Six months ago Waylon’s best friend Ginger moved across the country to California. Even though we were thrilled to stay in the land of cheesesteaks and cold winters and excited for our friends to move home to the West Coast, saying goodbye was hard. Our families had become close and they were an integral part of our friendship circle. Most of all, my dear friend Heather and I became mothers together, and you know what they say about women who do those early years side by side. Bound together for life.
Separation is hard, but life moves on. Heather and I talk every day, and the kids facetime occasionally so they can hold the phone up to the inside of their mouths. It’s been fine.
Until recently, when the kids started to really miss each other and were giving sad, Disney eyes at bedtime about never seeing their friend again. That’s when Heather’s mama, a true fairy godmother, swooped in and declared she would pay for Waylon’s ticket out there if I could come up with a ticket for me.
We leave in two weeks. Eva turns two in December, so we needed to fly out before she needs a ticket too.
Austin will be staying home because apparently his residency program gives zero flips about my mental health.
Here are my questions:
1) How do I do this?
2) No really, how am I possibly going to do this?
I know that moms and dads have been taking their kids on airplanes alone since the beginning of flight, but I am weak of heart and Eva is a runner.
A gentle plea for all your tips, tricks and suggestions.
So far I’ve got dollar store toys, snacks, and the iPad on the packing list. But that’s about it.
Every little idea helps.
Gracias, gracias, gracias.