When is it ok to leave your child alone in a hotel room?
I know, at first it sounds like child protection should be called, but if you travel with your kids, this will eventually become an actual issue you need to ponder. Is it when they are 14? I leave my 14 year old alone at home all the time. She even babysits other people’s kids, and yet the thought of leaving her alone in a hotel room gives me the creeps.
Last June we were in Florida, because I love heat and humidity and Minnesota weather sucks eggs as far as I’m concerned – even in June. My husband thinks this is the stupidest thing he’s ever heard of, so he didn’t come. He hates the heat as much as I hate the cold.
So it was just the kids and me soaking up the sun in Florida in June.
The sun is really hot in Florida in June.
I told my kids that. Oh yes, I did. And I told them each three times a day to put more sun screen on… because Ft. Lauderdale is within like 3 degrees of the equator and it’s REALLY STRONG in June. Sadly, my 12 year old son thinks that I am a ridiculous, out of touch, 40 something mother who knows nothing, and decided to be his own man.
Yes, he got a massive, blistery, fevery burn, like the kind we used to get before sunscreen, when we wore halter tops and short shorts for the first day of summer vacation. The kind where putting a shirt on results in pain that is usually reserved for grievous injury or that one time you stepped on a sparkler on the fourth of July.
In the morning, it was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t want to feel sorry for him because it was his own fault. And also I have gone over the skin cancer stats with him every summer since he was born, so I was a little crabby about that too. But I’m nothing if not a mother, so I got him cold Aloe Vera Gel and set him up on the bed on his stomach so he could watch Sponge Bob.
Now, what about the rest of us? This is where we get back to the point of this story.
When is it okay to leave a kid alone in a hotel room?
We were staying at Marriott’s Beachplace Towers which is a Marriott Vacation Club. This meant that only guests with keys could access the entrance to the building. Of course the door to our unit would be locked and we would only really be at the beach across the street…but I had visions of him breaking his leg and having to call 911 and every newspaper in Florida would print stories about that neglectful mother from Minnesota who cared more about her tan than her own son. And of course they would talk about it on Fox News.
Also I had visions of sex offenders.
We stayed in that day, and mercifully, it rained.
A day will eventually come when it will feel right to leave my kids alone in a hotel room. Not yet though. I’ll keep you posted.
I’d love to hear about how other parents have handled this. Please let me know in the comments.
*Purple Hotel Room by u07ch
About the author: Debbie Ferm is the founder of traveldither.com, She blogs about travel with tweens and teens, and is a freelance writer. Also, she loves it when you follow her on twitter.
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As parents who love to travel, we know that getting out the door is about 90% of the battle.
