We are about to hit the road later this week for our annual road trip to Michigan. We take a long time getting there, exploring several destinations on the way, and this year, we are extending it over seven days and adding an 8-hour detour to Iowa for a family reunion. Seven days with three kids at their prime argumentative ages may sound a bit like hell, but my anticipation for this trip rivals only Christmas when it comes to enthusiasm. For us, the path getting there is half the fun. After several years of completing this same trip, I’ve found so many tricks and fun ways to make it the best it can be, and my kids look forward to it as much as I do. This year, we’re so excited that Brett can make the trip with us, and if there’s one thing on my checked boxes of important things Brett shares with me, it’s the way he approaches road trips like I do–focusing on the journey, not the destination. “No rush,” Brett reminded me last week. “Like, we stretch this out and stop wherever we want to stop to have fun, right?”

Here’s a few things that not only have smoothed out the inconvenience of being stuck in a car for so long and making several stops, but have added meaning and fun to make this trip the most epic part of our summer every year.

Individual Kid Backpacks
I used to pack one big “fun bag” for the car that had all our entertainment, books, headphones, etc. but the kids are loving having their own little backpacks this year. Not only does it make them excited to pack it with their own things (books, activities, games, Kindle, toys, etc.), but it helps them be responsible to keep their things together and put away (plus, no fighting over stuff). And, the packs are great to have for excursions later on the trip. We use the Herschel Kids backpacks (super durable, we’ve had ours for years), but we also love the Skip Hop backpacks, suitable for little ones. Pricier, but great for frequent travelers (and come with rave reviews) are the Arrow Packs from Walker Family Goods.

I made these simple little luggage tags for their bags with wood tags (wood craft aisles at Michael’s). Google “blank license plate template” for the state you want, drop name text over it in any editing software, size it to your tag, print it, cut it and adhere with a few layers of Mod Podge (or you can add clear packaging tape around it to water seal it). The kids love theirs.

Soft Headphones
Every time we’ve ever packed nice solid kid headphones for a road trip, someone has stepped on them and broke them. These snug  CozyPhones are so great, stay on my kids ears, and they’re so easy to roll up and tuck away in their backpacks (you can even tuck the cord inside the headband).

Pack Fun Car Entertainment besides Technology
As great as iPads are for car entertainment, my kids get tired of them, and we all love some good ol’ back-to-basics road trip entertainment. Some of our favorites are The Ultimate Backseat Book, Are We There Yet? Eye-Spy Game and Scavenger Hunt for Kids, Travel Bingo (we found ours in the dollar spot at Target this year), and these License Plate Stickers for tracking in a journal which plates we see along the way.

Kid Wallets with their own Money
In the kids’ backpacks this year are their own wallets with a little bit of spending money for souvenirs and snacks along the way. Usually, I just buy them little things along the way, but they are so excited to have ownership of it this year, and it’s added a lot of fun, especially for the little ones. How cool do you feel as a kid when you have your own wallet…with real money in it?!

Wear Your Enthusiasm
Ever stop at a destination and laugh at a family all wearing the same obnoxious vacation t-shirt “Arizona or Bust! Smith Family Road Trip 2015”. Guess who’s having fun? I’ll never forget a Florida trip we took with friends when I was little, and we all got matching hideously bright neon shirts for it. It added such a special touch to our trip, and I was so excited the night before we left to lay out my shirt for the next morning. You can pick up plain white tees and easily decorate them yourself with fabric paint, order a custom design from sites like Custom Ink (I make a “Camp Bliss” one for us every summer–fun keepsakes later), or you can tame down the obnoxious and order one of these cool road trip designs from Walker Family Goods. Might I suggest the Willy Nelson “On the Road Again” one.

Make Trip Passports
One of our favorite additions to our summer adventures this year is our Summer Bucket List passports. Basically, I just took our summer bucket list, added some specific things from our trip and had them printed in a passport book for each kid with a place to “stamp” each adventure they collect on the way. I used corresponding photos from our summer archives, but you could simplify it and skip the photos, add illustrations or clip arts or make a handmade book and staple it together. I printed ours from Artifact Uprising and used their 5×5 soft cover book. I figure these will be so much fun to look back on years from now. I have this rubber stamp set to stamp their passports, but these stamps from Amazon are similar.

Use Large Ziplocks for Packing
This makes finding things in a bag and keeping clothes organized so much easier. For the road trip portion of our trip, I pack one big bag for all the kids’ things, so we can go in and out of hotels without toting a bunch of bags. Keeping the kids things separated in Ziplocks with their names on them helps. I’m skipping the suitcase altogether this year and toting the rest of our things (that we don’t need until we get there) in a large laundry basket that will come in handy for dirty clothes once we arrive.

And now to get this house in order before we leave! Happy travels.

When it comes to advocacy, especially within the special needs community, we try to cover all the bases as a community, as there are so many areas of needed attention. We’ve got people on first base protecting legislature and rights for people with disabilities. We’ve got second base covered by family support. Third base is taken up by educational support and organizations advocating for job opportunities. Home plate’s covered by kindness and anti-bullying campaigns, and the outfield is filled with advocates who write, march, speak and live these messages every day (forgive me if my baseball analogies are off–I’m not that sporty). At the root of everything we advocate for is the simple and powerful message–the basic truth of all advocacy: Every person has value, and every person wants to be seen for who they are.

One of the most powerful outlets in spreading this message is advertising. We are bombarded by ads every day from billboards and magazine covers to store fronts, catalogues, commercials and social media. So much of my interpretation of beauty, success and what the world looks like–whether I like it or not–was subliminally shaped by the images I saw on T.V. and in print growing up. Sadly, what I saw was not representative of the reality of a diverse world rich with beauty in all its forms. Reconciling that gap has sometimes been painful, but imagine how much easier it would be to accept things about ourselves and our families if we saw them represented in the media. For people with disabilities, this goes even deeper. Not only does having regular inclusion of people with disabilities in advertising send a message to people with disabilities (“We see you! We know you make up the POPULATION OF CHINA in the data base of consumers.” Yes, you read that right.), but it sends a message to the world, including employers, that these are our highly capable neighbors and friends, colleagues, creators and consumers.

Many companies have committed to a broader representation of their consumers, and I’m sure you’ve seen some of the inclusive commercials and print ads companies like Target and Nordstrom have put into the world over the past few years, not as some charity outreach mission, but as responsible advertisers who are committed to representing the real world (not to mention, it’s highly beneficial for business–the disability community is a  large and powerful group of consumers).

As a mom, this sort of representation is incredibly meaningful. I always point out kids with Down syndrome to Nella when I see them on the T.V. or in ads, “Nella! Look, she has Down syndrome just like you!”  And you should see her smile that follows. As Amy Webb, author of This Little Miggy Stayed Home and mother to a daughter with limb difference, wrote to me last week, “You know one of the things that makes disability lonely and hard is the isolation a person can feel even within their own family. Our daughter knows we love her and would do anything for her, but as she’s pointed out to us many, many times…we don’t know how it feels to be her. We never will. And when you can’t even look at your family and see parts of yourself, you NEED to see it in the world around you. Somewhere. Anywhere. You need to know you are not alone.”

This sort of representation has an incredible domino effect as well though, creating communication for other families who might not have someone with a disability in their lives. It makes them visible. When they’re not showing up in our world, we can forget to talk about disabilities with our kids–out of sight, out of mind. I’ve received countless e-mails from parents telling me about beautiful conversations they’ve had with their kids regarding disability and inclusion, prompted simply by a child with Down syndrome in a Target ad.

All this to say, last week I was able to experience an entire week of what this all means with Infantino, a company that’s not only committed to inclusive advertising, but supported by employees who have turned this mission into a beautiful campaign that aims to create more community for families and recognize that parenting journeys often look very different from the ones we imagined we’d have. Our paths are unified by the numerous things we share and by the joy of loving a child.

This is the fourth Everybody Plays event Infantino has hosted, and this year I joined their celebration with Changing the Face of Beauty, an organization committed to equal representation of people with disabilities in advertising and media worldwide.

The heart of this event was inspired by my friend Colette who works for Infantino and, after giving birth to her son Dexter who has Down syndrome, wanted to use her job to promote acceptance and inclusion.

The result? This incredible week of bringing families together, educating staff on the heart behind the mission, inviting other brands to participate, hugging babies, trading stories and creating images with all different beautiful babies that will be used in advertising.

For Nicole Crumbaker, this event was especially meaningful. Her family won a trip from Infantino to fly out to San Diego for her son Charlie to be part of it. Charlie is a twin, and at 20 weeks in utero, he was diagnosed with the worst form of spina bifida. He had an open myelomeningocele from L4 on his spine down to S4. He also had hydrocephalus (brain swelling), Arnold Chiari II Malformation (part of his brain is wedged between his skull and spinal cord), Neurogenic bowel and bladder, and bilateral clubfoot. Doctors told her he would never move his legs and have learning disabilities.

“My first reaction was why me,” Nicole remembers. “I didn’t understand what I did in my life to make God so angry with me. I thought I was being punished. My husband and I tried for years to get pregnant and after two failed IUIs, we had IVF. I thought everything was perfect. I did every single thing by the book. All I wanted was for him to be normal. I was scared I wouldn’t be the best mommy for him. I was jealous of my brother and sisters kids, who are all perfect. There wasn’t a day that went by my husband and I didn’t cry.”

And this is Charlie today:

“I’ve learned that life can be tough sometimes,” his mama says. “There are still times I get jealous and sad. It’s hard seeing his brother hit certain milestones and him be a little behind, but things could always be worse. He might not be able to keep up with his brother physically, but his mental game is strong. Charlie is very intelligent. I try not to set limits for him and let him guide me, instead of me guiding him.

The opportunity from Everybody Plays is not only a great opportunity for Charlie, but also for us parents. If we open up to one another, we can learn so much about each other. I feel like we are all trying to accomplish the same goal, and that’s raising our kids the best way we can, in the time we are given with them.”

So what can YOU do to be a part of this mission?

1. 1. Ask for it.
      Look around you. Examine your community, your schools, your work place, your favorite places to shop. Do you see inclusion? If not, ask for it. “Do we employ people with special needs?” “Where are the students with disabilities? I’d like my child to have opportunities to learn with them.” “Why do all your models look the same?” Inquire. Request. Be the squeaky wheel.
   2. Acknowledge it.
      When you see inclusion in action, acknowledge it. Thank companies for real world representation. Write to your favorite stores and acknowledge their efforts. Support companies who are modeling it. Whenever I eat at a place that employs people with special needs, I ask to speak with the manager and I tell her how much I appreciate their diverse workplace, both as a mom of a child with Down syndrome and as a consumer.
   3. Be it.
      We are all advertisers, especially with this new influence of social media. It used to be that no one could compete with the voice of advertisers, but that’s not so any more. We hold new influential powers, making change with our platforms, our captions, our images, our collective voice. We are the new advertisers. We are walking billboards for something, whether we like it or not. I like to challenge young people to look at their social media feeds. If what you are posting represents what you stand for, what would that say?

I can’t end this without mentioning that I finally saw the Mr. Roger’s documentary in the theater this past weekend. It moved me beyond words, and tears trickled down my cheeks through the entire movie. The way this man used his talents and his voice to make children feel valued–to know their worth–is so incredibly inspiring. After spending a week sharing this mission with Infantino and returning to my own family, I held back audible sobs when I watched the part of the movie where Mr. Rogers sings “It’s You I Like–the things inside you, not the things that hide you…” to the boy in a wheelchair (fast forward to 4:20 in this clip). It is the most powerful message we can be spreading today. As Mr. Rogers said in a speech at his induction to the Television Hall of Fame that I think completely applies to our roles in advertising and social media as well (that’s all of us), “I feel that those of us in television are chosen to be servants. It doesn’t matter what our particular job; we are chosen to help meet the deeper needs of those who watch and listen, day and night. It is the greatest mystery of any millennium, and television needs to do all it can to broadcast that–to show and tell what the good in life is all about. But how do we make goodness attractive? By doing whatever we can to bring courage to those whose lives move near our own…and allowing that to inform everything that we produce.”

I am so proud to support Infantino, Changing the Face of Beauty and the companies who are stepping forward to own their part in this mission. And for every beautiful family out there whose journey took them a different way than expected…you are not alone.

Now get thee to a theater to see Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood.

One of my earliest vivid memories of my dad involves the 80’s and his hardcore representation of its fashion sense right down to his popped collars and his permed hair and his pastel sweatshirts prominently displaying the Guess logo–the ones my cousin Tracy used to borrow when she came to visit. Except this memory is about 2nd grade fashion and the first day of school outfit. My dad took me shopping at Oakland Mall late that summer to pick it out. He was often the one who took us clothes shopping because he, unlike many other dads, loved the mall. He also didn’t subscribe to the limitations of what was sensible attire for a second grader. There was nothing sensible about my dad’s ideas–he was creative and fun, so he skipped the piles of neatly folded Wrangler jeans and turtlenecks from JCPenney’s and took me straight to the 80’s mecca–Merry Go Round–to lay the foundation of my second grade back-to-school outfit with accessories that were hardly appropriate for a girl who didn’t yet understand the cover themes on Sweet Valley High books. But I felt so special and thought my dad was the coolest when I came home and laid out the final ensemble–a baggy yellow sweater that was loose enough to pull off my shoulder if I wanted to, a knit black skirt that could pass as “mini” and large hoop earrings that totally looked like something Madonna would wear. My mom would tone it down with the innocence of a two-braid hair-do, but I didn’t care because mini skirt.

I knew my dad was different early on. I didn’t know what made him different, but I knew he didn’t quite fit the mold of other kids’ dads at my school. I thought nothing of it though. So my dad laid in the sun in a Speedo in our backyard while we played and openly cried in front of our friends. Whatever.

He was, he is…expressive. And this, my friends, is the greatest gift my father has ever given us–the legacy of creative expression, of unfiltered sentimentality, of a freely flowing faucet of wild colors and ideas and words and emotions that yes, have embarrassed us many times, but set an example of what it looks like to freely express who you are.

My brother and sister and I spoke at his retirement party a couple years ago, and after my sister and I delivered our pre-written speeches, my brother went up to the mic to wing his, a classic move for my brother that started with a risky joke that made everyone in the room laugh. He ended by saying, “If you’ve worked with my dad, you know he’s an expressive guy. Growing up, I was often embarrassed when he’d cry during a prayer in front of my friends–like, ‘Pull it together, Dad.’ But you know what? I think it’s what I’m most proud of now, and I want to be like that–not afraid to let my emotions show or worry what people think.”

I am so proud to call my expressive father my best friend and so grateful that he’s here, healthy and vibrant and so very much a part of our lives. There is a part of me that has always believed he is invincible, tethered to life by his own vibrancy and the eternal youth that feels locked in place by the strength of our family structure–we are all here, we are life lovers, we are grateful, we are years from heartache, years from ever having to think about what it’s like to have older parents or to lose them. And I still believe that. But when my dad’s brother died two years ago, it brought the sobering truth that so many broken hearts have experienced–that we can’t hold our fathers’ hands forever. And I lose my breath at the the mere thought of what that would ever feel like because my dad’s presence is so big, so colorful, so expressive, that a world without him feels dull.

A friend of mine–my same age–lost her father this year. I heard from another friend, immediately reached out to offer my condolences, and coincidentally bumped into this friend a few days later at the grocery store. I’ll never forget what that looked like, pushing my cart around the corner, meeting eyes with her and running to hug her. No words, just tears. Her weight fell into my shoulders, and I could feel her grief through that hug, through her arms wrapped so tightly around my neck and the way her body shook against my chest as she cried. “I loved him like you love your dad,” she said. And I knew what that meant. He was her best friend.

In my gratitude for having my dad here, for getting to enjoy his presence and his lessons, his friendship and his love, I give back the expression he has taught us, committing to living loud and pouring all of my colors into the world, embracing my sensitivities and sentimentality and turning my creative faucet on full blast. And this Father’s Day, I celebrate him and that expressive spirit with some big 80’s hoop earrings, a mini skirt and a whole lot of love. I draw the line at the Speedo.