I’m busy paying the bills today, but I’ve got a new post up on the NYC Moms Blog. [Sorry, the site I wrote that for no longer exists.]
My kids are about to fly alone for the first time. After more than twenty years together, I’m still surprised by things that my husband I disagree about, and I’m even more shocked when we agree on something that I thought we’d fight about. We’re both on the same page about the kids flying together (without us) from Kansas City to NYC, which is key, because if something were to go wrong I would hope that we would lean on each other, not point fingers.
Speaking of something going wrong, when I ran through all of the worst case scenarios in my head, they went something like this:
- One of the kids gets cold feet and I have to put a crying child on the plane
- The kids’ flight gets delayed for so long that I can’t catch my flight to Oregon
- The kids bicker from take-off to landing and the airline bans them for life
- One of the kids has an accident (of the soiling or sickness variety)
- The flight gets diverted to another city and my husband has to hop on a plane to go get them
The thing that never occurred to me was what if the plane crashed. And yet, four different people have brought that up when I’ve told them about the kids’ upcoming flight.
The fact is, if something truly bad happened on the flight I would just die on the spot from guilt. I would simply cease to exist. But actually taking something like that into account when making plans seems silly to me. The same parents who would think nothing of putting their kids in a car, where statistically it’s much more likely that something bad would happen, dwell on the possibility of a tragedy happening while flying. To me this is like buying a lottery ticket and then spending your 401k because, you know, you’re not going to need it once the lottery money starts flowing in.
Going with the odds does not mean that I will always be right. But I’d rather spend my energy and brain power worrying about things that are more likely to happen.
Oh, and that picture I put with the NYC Moms Blog post? It’s one of my favorites. The folks at jetBlue are consistently great about letting kids into the cockpit, letting them touch things, and explaining what all of the levers and buttons are for. I remember going into cockpits when I was a kid, and it was always so special. I’m so glad my kids love flying.
Originally posted on Selfish Mom. All opinions expressed on this website come straight from Amy unless otherwise noted. Please visit Amy’s Full Disclosure page for more information. Amy also blogs at Filming In Brooklyn, Behind the Screen, and the NYC Moms Blog.