I made it, you guys, I made it. I traveled about 23 hours with my two kids on three airplanes across the globe. And we all survived.
I don’t want to bore you with all my details of my flight but there were a few that got me thinking.
On our second flight which was an 8-1/2 hour transatlantic flight, the flight attendants were the rudest I have ever come across. And that’s saying something. I think only 2 of them smiled. The others, I am not exaggerating, didn’t crack a smile the entire trip. It was unbelievable. But that might be another story for another time.
We had a row to ourselves and it went Tae, Eli, me. When the attendant came on Tae’s side to offer him a drink, he was watching a movie with big headphones on. I tapped his shoulder so he wouldn’t be rude to the lady to let him know she was there. She asked if he wanted water and I said no thank you. Not that she needs to know my reasons for not giving my kids water, but they had already served quite a bit of water and I didn’t want him to drink too much, fall asleep and potentially have an accident. Tae didn’t hear me say no thank you and said yes. She looked at me like I was an overbearing mother and handed him the water anyway. Already a little bit frustrated, I just gave in, because hello – I have about 12 more hours to travel, I just want things to be easy. So I reached over and pulled his tray down. She laughed a pity laugh and said “I think he’s old enough to do that on his own.” She gave him his water and walked off.
Oh.My.Gosh. I was so mad. I was fuming. I felt like I needed to explain. We had already been traveling for a long time. I didn’t want to deal with an accident, I’m not trying to deprive my kid. I helped him with the tray because he was entranced in his movie. He had already stopped and asked politely and said please and thank you, I was just making it easy. We had a lot more travel in front of us and it was worth it. Plus, who cares how old my son is and can do it himself, I did it! What’s the big freakin’ deal? That’s besides the fact that my son is 6 but seriously could pass for a 9-year-old!
I don’t have to explain myself to this lady. It is not her business to know my travel plans or how I deal with my kids. I don’t baby my children, but even if I did, it’s my business to baby them, not some random flight attendant’s that I’ve never met before.
I just wanted to share this story because, even though I was upset about the situation, I know that I’ve done that sort of thing before. Not out loud, but maybe in my head. Silently judged other people’s children when they’re acting up. Quietly judging a mother’s choice to just buy the toy instead of deal with a tantrum.
Besides that fact that it’s just not our business at all how other people parent, we should be understanding that parenting is stinkin’ hard. We all need grace. Nobody’s got it figured out. We’re all doing our best, messing up, and then trying our best again. There’s also so much that goes into behind the scenes that a family is dealing with, it’s not our place to judge – even silently. I think as moms we feel a little better about the job we’re doing if we think we’re doing it better than the next girl. But I think this mom-world would be so much better if instead we all just loved and supported and encouraged each other. Even the random mom at the airport who’s about to break into tears, or the mom at the grocery store trying to avoid a tantrum, or the family at the park having a hard time corralling their kid. Yes, especially them. You don’t know what battles they are fighting.
I found this on Pinterest with no source, but I loved it and wanted to share. It’s a good one to take with you for the day!