I was terrified to fly with my kids.
Who would freak out, how many people on the plane would hate us as we de-boarded, how many times would I want to eat my own arm on an almost four hour flight?
The weeks leading up to the trip where nothing short of full blown anxiety attacks daily. How would we survive the plane, a small house and no dad for days?
It almost did not seem worth it, but it was paid for and the grandparents miss the kids. I agreed, Arizona is my favorite place on earth, that is what I kept telling myself, if I could get there in one piece, somewhat sane, I would have a really good time.
Although, Luke hides from the sun I knew he would love the pool, not many SPD kids don’t. So we did it.
I had more stuff in my carry on that I ever thought possible along with a checked bag that was ONLY 5olbs worth of toys, actually 50.5..almost had to pay extra for those darn trains! So how did it go???? Words can not even describe how fantastic he did.
He sat nicely, ate his snacks and watched a movie. The plane ride was so uneventful I was in shock. I was waiting the rest of the day for where is dad, in essence the shoe to drop. As it happens it never did! He told me “Dad said, it is my job to take care of you and Ella and be a good boy, so that is what I am going to do!” WOW!
I am so proud of him, he was outstanding.
The pool right outside the front door was the key, that and constant input of a new place. Being outside after being cooped up for months was really what we all needed. To think I was not going to go because I was afraid he would melt down and I could not handle it. I have to take a step back and remember to be positive at times.
The fact that I almost did not go, and Luke would have never had this chance has to act as a reminder that we can have successful outings and I can not control everything but I can be prepared and take a chance. I am so proud of my boy that I had to share.