First Time Flying
Last week I wrote about my first time flying and what it was like psychologically to embark on my first flight, that I had somehow deemed an impossibility long ago. It was a little scary, there was motion sickness, lots of guilt, some definite hesitation and surprisingly…some growth too.
Read more about my first time flying.
I didn’t expect things to really change after my first flight, but they did. Inside of me, something changed a little. I felt “entitled” I guess you could say. I never thought flying was something I would be able to do, although I dreamed about it often…about visiting Mexico, Peru, Spain, Italy and various other places in the world.
I guess I always felt like it was out of my reach, but after flying a few times…it felt reachable…even normal to jump on a plane and fly halfway across the country.
A friend (another blogger) told me, “Just wait, you’ll see. You’re going to get the bug after this. You’re going to always want to fly.” I didn’t believe her at the time because I was so nervous about flying and somehow I didn’t really think it would happen.
She helped me pick out my first airline ticket…something I was totally clueless about. And still it didn’t sink in. I packed my things and finalized all my travel plans…still, it wasn’t fully real to me.
When we arrived at the airport for check-in and my daughter cried and pleaded to come with as I walked toward the gate, that’s when it really hit me. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to go alone. I didn’t want to leave them behind. What if something happened?
We had a good cry and I hugged and kissed both of my babies goodbye. Luckily, I had thought to bring a treat and a new toy just in case it was an emotional goodbye. That helped…but it was still hard.
Overall though, it was such a mind-opening experience and also good to see that hubby and baby girl could make do without me. They had so much fun during that extra “daddy-daughter” time and I’m so glad it was special for them. That made it easier.
These days, my daughter is always associating me with air planes. Every time a plane flies over head, she yells, “Look mama…there goes your airplane!” She’s even been asking me about when she will get to ride with me on the airplane.
“Soon,” I tell her. “Very soon.”