Journey to Washington D.C.: A Heartfelt Family Adventure
- Tara Obner
- Mar 21, 2025
- 8 min read
Upon receiving my heart failure diagnosis in 2018, I realized how precious time is, especially the moments I spend with my children. With the ticking clock in mind and a desire to create lasting memories, I began planning a vacation that would be both enjoyable and fulfilling for us all. As I eagerly brainstormed ideas, my mind ventured towards the allure of a road trip that intertwined adventure with historical significance, all while accommodating my health needs. My first idea included a drive from Nebraska to the East Coast. We could wind our way through the picturesque landscapes of the Northeast, pausing at various Civil War battle sites that offer profound insights into history while providing engaging learning experiences for the kids. Each stop would not only serve as a moment of reflection but also an opportunity to stretch our legs and enjoy the great outdoors, crucial for maintaining my well-being.
Another plan had us starting our road trip in New York City where we would soak in the vibrant atmosphere, visiting iconic landmarks and savoring the local cuisine, before setting off along the scenic coastal routes. Stopping at picturesque coastal towns, we could revel in the beauty of the ocean, delve into the history of naval battles, and perhaps even catch a glimpse of the breathtaking sunsets over the Atlantic. Each stop would not only provide a rich narrative of our nation’s past but also allow for leisurely strolls on the beach and outdoor activities tailored to my health needs, ensuring a perfect balance of exploration and well-being amid the joyous chaos of a family road trip.
After weeks of indecision and planning, I finally settled on an exciting trip to Washington D.C., envisioning the thrill of exploring the rich history and vibrant culture of the nation’s capital. The prospect of visiting iconic landmarks like the Lincoln Memorial, the vibrant Smithsonian museums, and the sprawling National Mall had my children and I buzzing with excitement, as we eagerly made lists of all the things we wanted to see and do. To alleviate my worries about managing the trip alone, especially with my heart condition, my sister graciously agreed to join us. Her support was invaluable and knowing that she would be by my side not only added an element of fun and camaraderie but also offered peace of mind in case I fell ill in a strange city. As we packed our bags, anticipation electrified the air; it felt like we were embarking on a grand adventure filled with the promise of discovery, laughter, and unforgettable family memories in the bustling heart of D.C.
Following our flight to Washington, D.C., the anticipation of exploring the city invigorated us as we embarked on a long walk to the iconic National Mall. The warm July air enveloped us while we meandered, appreciating the grand structures that adorned our route—each monument and memorial telling tales of rich history and perseverance. Having absorbed some of the sights and sounds of D.C., we headed back to our hotel, where the enticing swimming pool called to us. When we slipped into the refreshing water, the fatigue from our walking dissipated, and our laughter echoed as we played around, enjoying the ideal way to relax post-travel. This initial exploration of the city combined with the leisurely time spent in the pool struck a wonderful balance, leaving us excited for more adventures in our nation's capital.
We spent our first day exploring the renowned Smithsonian museums in Washington, D.C., a delightful adventure that unexpectedly captivated Pam and me even more than the kids. As we strolled through the National Museum of Natural History, we found ourselves utterly mesmerized by the majestic dinosaurs and the shimmering Hope Diamond, marveling at the intricate details and tales they told. The National Museum of American History offered a trove of artifacts that made us reminisce about cultural milestones; we stood awestruck before the original Star-Spangled Banner and even debated the significance of the iconic ruby slippers from "The Wizard of Oz." While the children hurried from one exhibit to another, eager to pose for photographs, Pam and I took our time absorbing each display, laughing at the quirky facts and sharing our own stories inspired by what we saw. The blend of history, science, and art within these hallowed halls seemed to weave a magical narrative that transported us back to our own childhood curiosities. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, we stopped for dinner before heading back to the hotel for another swim in the cool pool.
The following day, we set off on a bus tour to discover the remarkable memorials located throughout the National Mall, each serving as a striking symbol of the country's history and principles. Although the humidity was stifling, our enthusiasm was palpable as we began our adventure. It quickly became clear that Joannis had neglected to take his ADHD medication, prompting me to remind him of his duty to behave and not detract from our experience. Despite the hurdles of staying focused, he astonished us with his capacity to engage with and appreciate the sights around us. Standing in front of the impressive Abraham Lincoln Memorial, Joannis delighted us with an impromptu piece of trivia regarding Lincoln’s presidency, showcasing his determination in managing the intricacies of his condition. The bus continued past the grand Washington Monument and the moving Vietnam Veterans Memorial, each site serving as a testament to sacrifice and resilience. While Joannis occasionally fidgeted and teased his sister, he adeptly immersed himself in the experience, frequently posing questions that ignited lively conversations. By the tour’s conclusion, the connections we developed, shaped by laughter and moments of shared curiosity, transformed the journey into not merely a historical exploration of our nation’s capital but also a delightful experience of family bonding.
One of my most cherished memories is the delightful boat trip down the Potomac River, as we set out to explore the historic estate of George Washington, Mount Vernon. The sun sparkled on the river’s surface, creating a mesmerizing play of light that danced across the water as we cruised along, laughter and excitement bubbling in the air. The kids were brimming with curiosity, their eyes wide with wonder as we passed picturesque landscapes dotted with lush greenery and the occasional glimpse of wildlife. When we finally arrived at Mount Vernon, the grandeur of the estate took our breath away. We strolled through the beautifully maintained gardens, learning about Washington’s revolutionary farming techniques. Pam and I exchanged pensive glances as we toured the slave quarters, recognizing the dark side of our Nation's history as the kids solemnly immersed themselves in history, their imaginations ignited. The day was filled with delightful discoveries, heartwarming conversations, and the simple joy of each other’s company, solidifying it as one of our favorite adventures on the trip. As we journeyed back down the Potomac, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, a perfect backdrop to end a day that would forever remain etched in our hearts.
The following evening, we received an invitation from our cousin Nicole to visit her along with our nephew Clark and his family, who reside in the D.C. area. The journey required us to navigate the train system, which felt a bit daunting for Pam and me. Fortunately, nine-year-old Josephine demonstrated an impressive skill for reading and maneuvering through the city’s extensive train network. As we gathered in the Metro station, Josephine confidently took the lead, skillfully guiding us through the lively terminal while effortlessly interpreting the map and enthusiastically announcing our stops like a seasoned traveler. When the train came to a screeching halt at our destination, Nicole welcomed us with her trademark warm smile, her infectious energy drawing us into her car. The brief drive to her home was filled with laughter and reconnecting, as we shared fond memories while transitioning from the industrial scenery of the station to the serene charm of suburban streets.
Upon arrival, the inviting aroma of home-cooked delights wafted through the air where her family was gathered. Her two boys welcomed Joannis and Josephine, leading the kids to the backyard to play. Shortly after, Clark and Jessica arrived with their two daughters. We embraced, poured glasses of wine, and retreated to Nicole's inviting backyard. As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, we gathered around a beautifully arranged table, indulging in both hilarious mishaps and delicious food. The evening blossomed into a joyful blend of playful children and adult conversations, each moment reverberating with the happiness of togetherness and simple family joys. Time passed quickly as the evening progressed, filled with warmth, laughter, and a profound sense of belonging that accompanied us back on the train for our return to the hotel.
On our final day in Washington, D.C., Pam, the kids, and I set out to immerse ourselves in the solemn beauty of Arlington National Cemetery, where history and reverence intertwine. As we strolled through the expansive grounds, the sheer number of white headstones stretched out before us were a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made for our freedom. The highlight of our visit was the Lincoln Memorial, which loomed majestically against the sunlight, its grandeur captivating both the young and the old. We took a moment to gaze at Lincoln's serene face, listening to the echoes of history that reverberated in the steps we took to enter his protective structure. From there, we made our way to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, where we witnessed the changing of the guard—an awe-inspiring ceremony that instilled a sense of respect and admiration in our hearts. The precision of the soldiers’ movements and the utter silence of the crowd made the moment feel sacred as we reflected on the bravery of those whose identities remain lost to time. As we left the cemetery, I felt a profound gratitude for the experiences we had shared, knowing that these memories would stay with us long after our visit to the nation's capital had concluded.
As we took off into the skies on our way back home, I nestled into my seat and glanced at my sister and children, their faces glowing with memories from the trip. With each passing mile distancing us from the historic avenues of Washington, D.C., it became clear to me that our adventure had done more than provide beautiful memories; it had rekindled a spark of hope and resolve inside me. I expressed my gratitude to God for this vacation, which had enabled me to cherish every moment, enjoy every shared laugh, and battle the darkness cast by my heart condition over the span of my life.
Amidst the soft hum of the airplane, I silently pledged to continue to take my children on adventures both big and small, ensuring our lives were rich with stories crafted from love and resilience. The trip emphasized that while monuments and memorials stood tall in honor of the past, it was the ‘now’—these fleeting, precious moments with loved ones—that built the legacy I wished to leave behind. This experience had painted our hearts with colors of courage, leaving a permanent mark of strength and unity. With a contented sigh, I squeezed my sister's hand, and as the clouds whispered past our windows, I knew in my heart that this was just the beginning of many more cherished milestones, a journey of a lifetime—a life well-lived.
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