Alarm set for 5am
On the road to CVG @6:15am
Destination: Sanibel Island, Florida
Now imagine the above text "quickly typed across the screen in army green color, (spy movie style).
I'm willing to guess that a large percentage of parents let their thoughts wander when it comes to any impending scenario that they aren't going to have complete control of (like any parent has complete control of anything). I had a funny thought about our upcoming travel adventure that had the NSA confiscating Scout, (Pierce's stuffed best friend). It went something like; we put Scout on the conveyer belt to be scanned, the machine pauses, the officer walks over and explains to us that Scout can't make the trip, at which point Pierce goes "Patrick Swayze Road House" style on his throat.
About eighty percent of the above scenario ACTUALLY happened. Scout went in to the scanner and the belt stopped, we were holding up about 50 curious passangers, I am usually "randomly" selected to be strip searched. The scanning officer radioed for back-up. The NSA officer walked up and explained to us that they were going to have to...... test the milk in the bottle next to Scout. Upon hearing the news, I swear, Pierce relaxed his hands.
After making it through security, Pierce got his first try at the long stretch of moving floor. After walking to our concourse, I was happy to see that our gate was next to a stretch of the escalator's cousin. Pierce and I took advantage of a less than crowded airport and rode our section a handful of times.
Ashleigh and I were both anxious to get in the air, we figured the roughest part of the whole process was when Pierce realized that he was going to be confined for more than a little bit. We did have the good fortune of an empty row in front, behind and beside us. Once "Sunny days, keeping the clouds away rang through the IPad's speaker and P got his morning Elmo in, things settled for a while and all things considered, the two hour flight went as well we could've hoped for. It beats a six hour road trip!
Rounding third, the last twenty minutes were a little rough mostly because while we were able to use his agrressive morning appetite to our advantage and feed him bites of his favorite snacks to keep his ears from popping, he was full and wanted nothing more to do with his Mott's fruit snacks on the descent. I felt bad for him. His ears were bothering him, it was time for his nap and there was no end in sight.
While I am conscious of the surrounding passangers on the plane, I don't shrink like a hermit in to a shell of anxiety because my son is being a two year old. A Daddy's heart and mind are too busy filled with and exuding compassion and love for his son. "It's almost over mijo, we're almost there, I am so proud of you.
So, to the sideways looking folks in row 10, sorry you couldn't focus on that uber importnat game on your Kindle, hope you reach level 100 someday, not on the game but as a human.
As the landing gear touched down, Pierce could sense we crossed the finish line, his ears stopped popping, his Mama scooped him up and all was well. His mind was blown further when he saw Nana and Poppy waving as we exited the terminal. He reached mental overload and he passed out in the car seat until we got to our home for the week.
My experiences are new to me. The lessons learned are probably not new to you. Most of the time, I'm just figuring out in my head, what the Silver and Black Linings are.
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