Roughly: nineteen hours of travel. Nineteen! That’s almost a whole entire day! I’m still wrapping my head around the idea. I leave my here on Tuesday around three pm and will not be arriving to Maryams house until almost 2 pm on Wednesday (with car time, check in, luggage/carseat finding it’s obviously much longer). Just the two of us. Wow. And this is all happening for me: someone who has wrote, more than once, about my fear of flying. Someone who once took a train from New York to Florida, from pure stubbornness in refusing to fly. And to top it all off, I didn’t even tell you guys about the flight here! Nobody liked us in the airport. Nobody. On the plane, well, we were lucky that our whole isle was empty, and the row across from us, had just one man who kindly smiled, letting me know that he wasn’t going to get angry at my toddler, and a woman traveling with an oversized escort dog of some sort, who was more concerned about her dogs legs over taking the plane, than my crying toddler. Every attempt I made to make the (quick) three hour journey, easier: failed. I stocked my bag with goodies for the flight… lots of treats that she wouldn’t normally get at home… but of course: not ever really eating sweets, has caused my kid to feel completely indifferent about them. Hand her a cookie, she takes one bite, and hands it back. Remember our ice cream date? She ate half, and handed it back and told me to finish it. Sweet treat bribery fail. Luckily, the plane had chips. I brought markers and stickers, this worked for a bit, and people were only slightly concerned about my completely colored and sticker tattooed kid once we landed. Purchased cute headphones: they worked great for our trial run, at home, but we’re refused on flight. Elmo and turtle videos? I never purchased them. I shrugged my shoulders and thought, she will love having a TV with lots of shows on board! Unfortunately, I booked a seat in the very first row, giving us more leg room, but a further and tinier TV screen. She payed no attention to it. Luckily, a Shrek movie was in my computer drive. And of course, luckily: it was one flight, three hours.
Well, lets consider the flight up here a practice run for this next journey Marlowe and I are about to embark on. This time: we have a one hour drive into Boston. Two layovers. Three planes. And then another hour drive to our destination. This trip means we will be traveling through dinner time, snack time, bed time, breakfast, one more snack, and arriving right around nap time. This time: more stickers, three Sesame Street videos, her favorite: A Turtle’s Tale, two bottles (hoping to find a Starbucks or some other vendor with a milk alternative, because I’ve learned the airlines don’t carry a dairy free option)– &yes, she is still handed a bottle for bedtime– we’re working on it… anyway: a moby wrap and/or ergo (I’m pleading with the travel-sanity gods that she lets me put her in it again, for bedtime), a bento box filled with hummus, dips, and chips, mini calzones (I made a few today, easy to hold, filed with tofu and red sauce.. should be good, right?), and cliff bars for mama. Phew.
I just keep telling myself: just like anything else that I’ve accomplished with Marlowe, the only way anything will happen, is if I make it happen. I don’t have a choice, if I want to get the little and myself to Hawaii, I have to make it work. And if I have to do it by myself, then well, I’m doing it by myself. It’s an opportunity we are beyond lucky to have. &It will absolutely be worth it. This surely will be an adventure for the two of us. Good, bad, ridiculous, it’s something to remember forever. Wish us luck 🙂