The school calendar is a minefield of breaks—February, April, summer, Thanksgiving, Christmas, plus random minimum days. Everyone seems to be skiing or going to Disneyland or jetting off somewhere Instagram-worthy. We can't afford to compete, but the guilt is crushing. Last February we stayed home and I felt like I was failing my children. Then I asked Liam his favorite memory from last year. Not the beach trip. Not the mountains. The blanket fort we built in the living room on a random Saturday. Maybe enough isn't about the number of trips. Or maybe I'm just telling myself that.