Still Tuesday, August 21st 2018
My Dear Hubsand not only did a great job getting past airport security to accompany the Gorls all the way to the gate, he took pictures for me!
Omg look at my girl taking it like a champ.
Then it hits me.
That’s me! The Unaccompanied Minor.
This is how I spent my childhood; perpetually flying back and forth onTrans World Airlines between Oakland-Dad and Boston-Mom. Except I started at five, initially with big brother in tow.
So my daughter’s trip isn’t about me. But I do give myself a pass for having a Case of the Feels about it.
Besides, I do have a secret weapon. I still have this monkey at home after all. I got the numbers.
Lucky me.
We’ll be okay!
And also there’s still beer.
♥♥♥
In those days, as I recall, the flight attendants were kind of nice to you. I hope that’s still the case. Gorls on a plane, boyz in the house. You’ll get through it.
The “ouch!” memory I have is learning the hard way not to budge from the airport departure lounge until the plane was in the air. I did that once, when you were a teenager, and, of course…SNAFU ensued. As in, the one BB game I ditched because it was raining, Miles hit a home run. Arggh. Parenthood!