Saturday, November 23, 2013

Five Minute Friday - Fly

I have always hated to fly. It makes me nervous and nauseous. I hate being in a closed in space and I hate not being able to get up and move around as I please. Or leave the plane if I wanted to because I get anxious and can. not. stand. being. in. it. for. one. more. minute.

I try to put on a brave face for my son, when I was a single mom as we fly to Missouri to see my sister and her family. And it works. He loves to fly. He wears his plastic wings like a badge.

And I do it again as a married Momma of 5. All buckled in and settled with snacks, I assure the 3 year old that it is going to be fun and to look out the window. I sigh heavily and nurse the baby, gripping the arm rest. I smile at the teenagers. I pray through the whole flight.

It never really gets easier to fly, but that one flight where he was by my side was the best flight I was ever on in my life. I snuggled up next to him, with the boy on the other side of me and I was at ease.

I still hate the closed in space, the inability to move around as I please or get of the plane when and if I want to because I might go crazy if I can't. But, it was different by his side.

It's the only time I loved to fly.


1 comment:

Jacqueline Presley said...

I never flew until I was almost out of college & then it was because of a mission trip. Terrifying then, but now, not so much. Great post.


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