About a week after my husband deployed, my son and I went out of state to visit family. We had a wonderful time!
I was going to wait until later to go, but I decided to go ahead and I’m glad I did. It helped to take the initial sting off the fact that my husband is deployed.
The flight home was different from the many other flights that I’ve taken with our son. For one thing, my husband wasn’t with us, so I had to figure out how to lug around a carseat, stroller, luggage, and two carry-on bags by myself with a toddler.
Since I had an o’dark thirty flight out, I wasn’t going to ask anyone to take me to the airport. I planned on leaving the MommyWagon there until I returned.
However, I had not one, but TWO people volunteer to take me to the airport, fully knowing that they would have to get up at an unnatural time of the morning to shuttle me and my little man around. Thank God for placing me around such caring people!
One day, I’m going to get comfortable with asking for help and allowing people to help me.
Anyway, as soon as I got into the airport, a nice young man helped me out with my massive amount of stuff. The security checkpoint wasn’t as much of a nightmare as I thought it would be. There wasn’t anyone behind me so I didn’t feel rushed.
This was the first time that my little man had his own seat. No more cramming into my lap. No more legs going to sleep because I can’t move for fear that I would wake him. He had freedom to move around in a seat of his own and I wasn’t as paranoid about him kicking the seat in front of him.
Prior to this flight, Little Man had been a great flyer. So great that I wrote a blog post about it a couple of months ago titled, “Little Pro Flyer.”
But this flight was different. He did fine at first. He sat in his own seat next to the window like a Big Boy. When the plane starting taxing to the runway, he said, “Go!!!”
When the plane started to take off and fly, it made the “Little Pro Flyer” very afraid. He tried to climb in my lap like he normally does, but he couldn’t because he had to be in his seatbelt.
I pulled him very close and talked to him in a soft voice, assuring him that everything was going to be okay. He hung on to me for dear life! The loud noises didn’t help the situation.
We went through the same routine when we landed. I think he is starting to get the concept that a plane flies high in the sky…
Little did I know that the pulling him close technique would become a regular method of comfort.
We went to a food court and there was a lot of noise. I put Little Man in a chair beside me at the table. We started eating our food and all of a sudden, he started pulling on my arm. Confused, I asked him what was wrong.
He then took my arm, put it around him and scooted really close to me, just like he did on the plane. I gave him a big hug and moved my arm back into the french fry eating position.
Once again, Little Man took my arm, put it around him, and scooted close. The constant sound of chairs moving and scraping the floor scared him. Once my arm was around him, he went back to eating fine.
So needless to say, I ate the rest of my lunch with my left hand. But it was okay. As long as Little Man felt safe and comfortable, it was worth it.