Today my appreciation goes to the beautiful baby in front of me in the plane. While enjoying our experience together he has also helped me remember years of traveling by plane with my children. While looking at his hairless head, big eyes, we have started to flirt with each other. All crazy sounds from his mouth and from mine. And we smiled a lot! And I was melting...Looking at us, his mama was radiating joy!! There is something about babies. We are love, kindness, soft around them. Especially after we successfully navigate the long period of uncertainty, not knowing how to handle them and the situations around them. Remembering...my babies traveling with us since theyve been 3 weeks old. Stress at the beginning. At least with the first. What if she gets sick? Some members of our family freaking out in despair for witnessing crazy parents flying the world with their baby...well, we survived... Remembering... Being embarrassed at the beginning to get my boobs out and breast feed my children. What would people say? Well, how could I let such an extraordinary experience pass by my life because I was so stressed and busy managing my internal discomfort about the story I was making in my head? The story was growing bigger than me. And then suddenly I got it and got over it. The best part of the story is that one when I outgrown my own story, getting into that state of loving taking my boobies out in public, connecting with my children so deep during the feeding and not noticing anybody around us anymore. Three year of bliss. Gone! Forever! Remembering....having my babies in my arms, falling asleep and being afraid not to drop them. Sometimes traveling with them in the designated seats for babies, having a special bed in which they could sleep and play. Seeing their heads raising and their teeth-less mouths smiling. Getting the attention of the people in the plane, admiring our kiddos. Changing diapers, feeling uncomfortable when our kids were farting. Oh, again, that! What would people think of us? But our babies were happy, the whole area was smelly and the only embarrassed suckers were my husband and I. Gone. Forever. Oh, no, sometimes we fart. Still. Remembering...as we have mastered traveling with one, the second came and we had to learn to divide tasks even better. Having my tantrums and my husband just taking deep breaths. Of course, I knew it better. Poor guy, he was on my nerves. Oh, hormons, hormons, sleep deprivation. So, sleep people, sleep! Remembering...And as we have mastered traveling with two I got pregnant with David. Learning to travel with two and a big belly. As my moods were taking interesting turns, my lovely husband has developed even more patience with me. And a big thank you again! Somehow, with the third, traveling got easier. We got calmer, more confident and with more patience. Still getting the attention of the passengers for our cute children. Now, my teenage daughter gets the attention of young boys. My heart beats faster! Dont even mention my husbands! Our babies have grown, we can hardly take them in our arms...need to concentrate to remember their baby faces without looking at their photos...btw, am I the only mother experiencing this?!? Traveling is different. Now almost everybody is self sufficient. My little boy is still my little boy. Still. And we can now read in the plane. And we can have deep, meaningful conversations with each other. My husband and I. Pa and ma time. Do not disturb. Only for emergencies. And our kiddos know and respect this rule. Human brain is spectacular. Human body is miraculous. Being in harmony enables us to live better and better. Seeing this sweet little boy in front of me and his tired mother I cant stop thinking: enjoy each moment, it goes so fast! And take good care of your mind, body and soul! But no, this would be a cliche, right? We need to have our experiences and allow people to have theirs. Many. This makes our life rich. This makes our life short. This makes us feel alive.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 16:09:18 +0000
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