So I was watching Up All Night last night and the episode was all about the baby travel plan. I remember the days I would have one carry on which contained just my things. I would sit on the plane, have a drink, read gossip magazines, watch a movie, whatever I wanted. I haven’t traveled like that in…….wait…….forever.
When we plan a trip, the euphoria of making plans and day dreaming about the destination is wonderful. Who doesn’t love that part. And then in an instant panic sets it…..what if I have the kid that is screaming the entire flight? What if it is my kid that kicks the back of the chair of the person in front of him/her because their legs are just the right length to continually bump the dang chair? What if it is MY kid who won’t simmer down?
Well the first time we flew with kids, S was 5 months old. He slept the entire way round trip. I was the parent who was living large. Why did I ever have doubts? My kids were the exception.
WRONG. Cut to one year later and my kid was the one screaming the ENTIRE way down to Florida after sitting on the tarmac for an HOUR and then proceeded to eat Cheerios off the floor. Yep, I was that parent. I was doing everything I could to survive. The Mr and I would look at each other not knowing if we should say “not it” or just keep passing the kid back and forth across the aisle. It was rough. Glares from fellow passengers…like I really wanted to have my kid be the one who was over tired, cranky, and louder than a Metallica concert. Seriously, give a parent some slack. A sympathetic smile would do a world of good.
So as I was watching Up All Night, and they were dealing with the trials and tribulations in the airport before even getting on the plane, it occurred to me that it will never be easy traveling with babies and little kids. We are always anticipating the “ticking time bomb”. But let me tell you, we have some funny stories to share when they are older.