Flying with kids is hard.
One of my favorite lines from the memoir Cheaper by the Dozen (published in 1948) is when the dad (who has been serving in Washington during WWI) asks the mom about her travels with their kids from eastcoast to westcoast to visit her parents.
“It was fine, dear. But next time, you take the children to California and I’ll go to war.”
Hilarious and relatable.
Flying is by no means something everyone should feel compeled to do. It is both time consuming and expensive. If you do fly, don’t feel discouraged if it's really rough.After flying solo with Daniel when he was 11 months old I got to my accommodations, turned out the light, climbed into bed and sobbed.
We all need to give ourselves and our kids buckets of grace and not be discouraged when things go haywire. <3
If and when things do go wrong remember, every person on that plane was a baby once and 97 percent of people will be kind. Even if your baby screams the entire time, you’ve made it! You’re at your fun destination and God has given you an opportunity to rely on Him! Win, win.
Because both sets of our grandparents live on the westcoast, I fly a good amount. But, by God’s grace, flying isn’t something I dread anymore. I mostly travel with my husband although I probably travel solo about twenty percent of the time.
My two main goals are survival and grace. In order to walk towards those goals I like to remember the Four Ps.
Pray, Plan, Be Productive, Persevere
