Two weeks ago, I took on the adventure of traveling to San Diego via plane with my 4 month old son...all by myself. I really wasn't too nervous about the trip as he is an easy going baby but I think any parent always wonders if their child is going to be the one screaming for the whole two hour flight. On top of that, I had several people tell me to just ignore any comments or glances from people about Z (meaning people aren't always that pleasant when they find out that they will be traveling with a child on the plane). While I was quite pleased with how he did overall, I was even more blessed by the people God placed beside me.
On my first flight, I had a window seat. I sat by myself for awhile and then a gentleman sat in the aisle seat. I was pretty sure he wouldn't be bothered by Z as across the aisle was his family including a two year old. Then came our middle seat companion. He was a middle age business man and was heading home after a business conference. Any uneasiness I had about how he would handle sitting next to a baby quickly dissolved as he starting playing with Z and told me about his 9 grandchildren with another one on the way. He (the gentleman) even took a nap for a portion of the flight which allowed me to nurse Z without worrying if it would make him uncomfortable.
On my next flight, I was supposed to sit in the middle seat. I quickly got moved over by a mom of two who insisted that I take the window seat. She was sweet and that flight too was uneventful. As I was deplaning, I reached to get my backpack out of the overhead when another passenger insisted in not only getting it down for me but also carrying it off of the plane.
Needless to say, thank you to you if you were one of those people I sat with or saw a mom in need and helped out...here's hoping that my traveling companions tomorrow are just as understanding. =)
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