Mom time
First time in over 6years since I’ve left my children, so it’s the first time ever since I’ve left my children. And it’s weird!!
So here I find myself bawling my eyes out in the airport washroom.
A flight delay allowed almost two hours of dedicated crying time in the handicap stall at the far end of the airport washroom.
Red eyes and all, humility on my shirt sleeve I inform the flight attendants that I’m a nervous flier and a mom in despair and achingly missing her children and husband.
Their kindness and understanding warms through their eyes. I get the odd shoulder squeeze. I also get a lot of encouragement and ‘YOU DESERVE THIS’
I don’t know what I deserve or why, but I’m excited to find out.
After a panic attack on the first hopper flight where I quickly left the plane before they closed the door, cried on the tarmac then was kindly coaxed back on the plane to where I got a seat beside the kindest man now burdened with my anxiety.
He talked me through the flight and made sure my mind was busy. He also helped me find my way to the US terminal where we ran through the airport to make sure we made our flights on time. God always provides in the most unique ways.
So here I am on the big plane (I was seriously not going to get on this plane) but I am headed to Arizona. I’m actually doing it! My cowboy hat on my knee. And Bluey on the I pad for my inflight entertainment. Baby steps mamma. Baby steps.
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