Flying the cranky skies
The Diaper Diva is taking a well-deserved vacation to Florida. But I'm not expecting much rest and relaxation. Hendrick is coming with us, after all.
The last time my husband, John, and I dared to board an airplane with our boy was in October, two weeks before his first birthday. That wasn't a pleasure trip. We had to fly to Texas to finalize his adoption. Now, we would have walked there if it meant Hendrick would finally be ours. And, frankly, if you were sitting next to us on that three-hour flight you may have wished we opted for that mode of transport instead.
It was quite a ride.
After that trip, I told my mother, a snowbird with a home on Florida's East Coast, and John's parents, who retired to Florida's West Coast many years ago, that we wouldn't be traveling again with Hendrick any time soon. Christmas came and went and we stuck to our guns. But then the months began to pass and we started to realize how much of their grandson's development John's parents, in particular, were missing.
My mom, who left for Florida after the New Year, calls almost every day just so Hendrick wouldn't forget her voice. (He hasn't, by the way.) But he has changed so much since then; my mother will be shocked … and probably a little saddened … by all she has missed.
So, this morning we will board another plane, brace ourselves for a bumpy ride and hope for the best. The grandparents are eagerly waiting our arrival. Wish us luck!
P.S. I have prepared a few blogs in my absence but will try to post from the road whenever possible. I'll be back home next Wednesday.
The last time my husband, John, and I dared to board an airplane with our boy was in October, two weeks before his first birthday. That wasn't a pleasure trip. We had to fly to Texas to finalize his adoption. Now, we would have walked there if it meant Hendrick would finally be ours. And, frankly, if you were sitting next to us on that three-hour flight you may have wished we opted for that mode of transport instead.
It was quite a ride.
After that trip, I told my mother, a snowbird with a home on Florida's East Coast, and John's parents, who retired to Florida's West Coast many years ago, that we wouldn't be traveling again with Hendrick any time soon. Christmas came and went and we stuck to our guns. But then the months began to pass and we started to realize how much of their grandson's development John's parents, in particular, were missing.
My mom, who left for Florida after the New Year, calls almost every day just so Hendrick wouldn't forget her voice. (He hasn't, by the way.) But he has changed so much since then; my mother will be shocked … and probably a little saddened … by all she has missed.
So, this morning we will board another plane, brace ourselves for a bumpy ride and hope for the best. The grandparents are eagerly waiting our arrival. Wish us luck!
P.S. I have prepared a few blogs in my absence but will try to post from the road whenever possible. I'll be back home next Wednesday.
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