This weekend we went to Orlando, Maya and I. Unlike most of the families on the plane, we were not headed to Disney World, but to my uncle's funeral. Maya never ceases to amaze me, the way she understands things at 6 that I'm not sure I do at 30. She seems to know instinctively how to comfort people. How to just be beside them. To be honest, I needed her.
One of the things not many people know about me is that when I say I want the window seat on the airplane it's not because I'm a brat. It's because I have to be able to see out of a moving vehicle of any type, or I will get sick. Generally, I can control it to the point that the little paper bags in the seat pocket aren't necessary, but let's just say that an aisle seat means that I will be turning green and practicing deep breathing exercises for the whole flight. It's not pretty. Maya knows all of this. And as long as I let her unbuckle for a few minutes and look out the window mid-flight, she's content to graciously let her mother have the window seat. After we got back to Kansas City and were on the bus to the parking lot, Maya noticed that the bus windows were covered with painted advertisements. I was OK because I could see out the front windows, but Maya was really concerned. She put her little hand on my arm and said, "Are you OK in here, Mom?"
In the airport, I saw a trio of women wearing plastic tiaras. I also saw a man wearing two cowboy hats, one on top of the other. I saw a grown woman whining like a child that her Burger King sandwich was not perfect. I saw a young AirTran employee who was far too happy to be awake and at work at 5:30 a.m., and silently envied his energy. Airport people watching is always the best.
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Dude, nothing is better than airport people. You see the best, the worst and the most bizarre. Remember the chick with the endometriosis?
I'm sorry for your losss. I lost my uncle this winter and my cousin's 6 year old son was my biggest comfort. He brought me tissues and hugged me when I was supposed to be helping comfort him. 6 year olds are the best.
Isn't airport watching the best? It makes you wonder who is watcing you and what story they are coming up with in their head...
Oh, and bless Maya's little heart. She's awesome.
omg. Yes! The endometriosis chick! Sharing inappropriate personal medical dramas at the gate! All I remember thinking was that if dared look over at you I was going to start laughing and not be able to stop. Ever.
I'm glad you were temporarily homeless in Dallas WITH A BABY so we could share that moment. And the one where I tackled people to get to the gate. And the guy who sat next to us on the plane and told us to stay away from his feet.
You poor duck! I have so much sympathy for people who are sick on planes, or think they will be...
Found you through a minnemom stumble, and glad I did.
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