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Tuesday, August 7, 2007


Travel to me is pretty high on the priority list.

And while my travels have certainly slowed down since just a few years ago, I do find myself on an airplane at least 3 or 4 times a year.

We took T and M on an airplane when they were 5 and 3, respectively. To Amelia Island, Florida. The kids loved the plane, loved the experience and for me it was nice to know that they too are good travelers.

Last summer we took all three kids to North Carolina. H was just a 2 month old and did great. Though he was still at an age where he would nurse at take off and sleep the remainder of the flight.

He was on a five different flights last summer to and from North Carolina and a trip to Chicago. And thankfully each time he's been a great little traveler. Even more reason to take advantage of his free-flying-status until he turns 2.

So it was with very little apprehension that I booked a ticket for him and I to head to Chicago this last weekend.

Thursday came and to the airport we went. Because of the 35W bridge incident, the roads were awful getting to the airport. In fact H and I arrived with only enough time to check our bags, go through security and get to the gate. As we arrived at the gate they were announcing the final boarding call.

I scurried on board and watched people's faces wince as I walked by. I'm sure that many were secretly hoping that I was not sitting next to them. As I arrived at my row I was disappointed to see that my seat was the window seat and there were already two others in the row.

We climbed over the other passengers to our seat. With H on my lap I quickly put away my bag. Only after taking out my gum, some wet wipes and a lollipop for take off. (To help H's ears.)

The woman next to me commented that I seemed so organized and that I really knew what I was doing. I felt my confidence rising and my head held high.

Of course I seemed organized, I was.

Seriously, I made going through the airport with a tot seem so easy. It was, wasn't it?

As we made our initial ascent into the clouds, all was well. Despite being a bit warm due to the amount of time sitting on the runway, and then having a 25 pound child on my lap. All was well.

I leaned my head back and sighed.

I've got a good traveling baby. I thought.

I chatted with the woman next to me. Read some stories to H. Drank my bottled Frappucino. Enjoyed the leisurely one hour flight.

Until we started descending.

I was hot.

Really hot.

And getting sick to my stomach quickly.

Me, the girl unafraid of flying, who rarely, if ever has gotten motion sickness, started to feel sick.

Like really sick.

Sick enough to ask the lady sitting next to me to hold my son.

And while I didn't actually lose my cookies, I realized I was put in my place and that as soon as I think I've got it all under control, I find out I really don't.

Thankfully the return flight was smooth with no such issues. (Especially considering the woman I sat next to on the return flight was not a big fan of children.)


Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Yet another piece of good writing,

Isn't it funny how life throws you curve balls when you think you've got it all covered?

I'm going to keep this story in mind the next time I board a plane and see a young mom with a little one in tow.

August 7, 2007 at 1:23 PM  
Blogger melissa said...

ah, such a metaphor for life. glad you were safe and that you didn't upchuck in the end - it's never fun (coming from the girl who ALWAYS gets motion sick). :)

August 7, 2007 at 1:39 PM  
Blogger Jed and Anne said...

I can just picture you and Henry on this flight. Thanks for this story. I am glad you made it okay!

August 7, 2007 at 5:52 PM  
Blogger audrey said...

this is wonderfully written, and speaks such truths! just when our heads start to swell and we begin to feel like we're the ones in charge, we swiftly are shifted into a place of humility. admittedly difficult, but always a good reminder for me.

August 8, 2007 at 11:44 AM  

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