Flighing High

Flying with a baby has really brought back my faith in humanity! I don't know if it is because I was traveling alone with Emrie, or I looked like I was struggling, or if it is because she is just so darn cute (that's what I think:) but people are REALLY nice when you have a baby.

Lines open up for you at the security check, you get to board first the stewardesses always ask if you need extra help and there are always a million passangers willing and eager to help you get settled in.

The most surprising thing is that it isn't only other middle aged moms who are nice (although they are really nice and always remind you that "oh, I've been there), or middle aged dads (They usually say the equivalent to middle aged moms, which is, "we've all been there"). I sat next to the most WONDERFUL people on my flights!

First was a mother of a 12 year old girl who played with Emrie for a 3 1/2 hour flight and was just a doll. Next was a late 20's male hairdresser who was just delightful and kindly picked up Emrie's doll that she dropped over and over. On the way home we sat next to a man who had no kids but literally let me put Emrie's feet on his arm so she could sleep laying down. Then the most unlikely of all was the row of 3 boys all about 16 or 17 who just LOVED Emrie and she laughed and smiled at them the WHOLE 2 hours. They played peek-a-boo with her for way longer than I would have ever dreamed.

Of course then there were all the sweet people we dealt with in the airport and the stewards and stewarteses. Everyone made me feel like I was the most successful mother in the world, because my baby wasn't screaming. I think even if she were to have been screaming, they still would have made me feel as if I were doing a great job.

The kindness I recieved made traveling a little easier, my day just a little brighter and my heart a little happier and I can't wait to pay it forward when I see a mom out and about with her little travel/shopping/play buddy!