I just finished watching the trailer for the must-see romantic comedy Connecting Flights, about two people who meet and fall in love in an airport. Seriously, I WANT to see this movie (they had me at, “I’m a blogger….Wait! I’m a blogger, too!”).
I didn’t travel much by plane when I was younger and single…in fact, I didn’t travel much until after I moved all the way to the other side of the country from my family (I mean…who needs the rest of the world when you have all that Northern California has to offer in your own backyard?).
Once I moved to the East Coast and started my own family, I made as many flights back to California as I could (which really just amounted to how often my mom wanted to fly me out to visit). Luckily, I have a very supportive husband who encouraged me to make regular flights back home.
Before my kids started school (and before I had SO MANY of them), I traveled back to California every October, usually making the long flight across the country with a lap child.
Flying with little ones is never easy, and the best a young mom can hope for is to get the baby to sleep for the bulk of the flight.
There was one flight from Maryland to California that stands out in my mind. KitKat (who is now on the brink of turning 16) was a toddler and Necco was a few months old. I had been up all night getting the 3 of us ready for the trip and then, after I was done packing, dealing with a baby who needed to be fed and rocked back to sleep. I was exhausted going into that flight.
To say I was grateful to find out that there was an empty seat where I could keep Necco’s car seat next to me is a gross understatement. I was singing Hallelujah when Necco fell fast asleep in her familiar car seat. She was a great traveler…as long as she was buckled up.
I was relaxing into the flight, keeping KitKat entertained, when the same flight attendant who had been so gracious before the flight about setting me up with that extra seat came back to my row. She had a young passenger in the back who was complaining about having to sit next to a very large gentleman and was asking to change seats. Necco’s carseat was in the only “available” seat, and since she was not a paying customer, and Complaining Lady was a paying customer….I needed to stow the carseat and hold Necco for the rest of the flight.
1 – Waking a sleeping baby from a nap is never a good idea.
2 – Listening to a young single person complain about how tired she is and how she just couldn’t fall asleep back there in the squished seat (and then promptly fall asleep for the duration of the 6 hour flight) is enough to boil a mama’s blood.
I was steaming, Necco was fussy for the rest of the flight, and those 6 hours stretched on forEVER.
When I finally left the plane, walking toward baggage with my two little ones in tow, the couple who had been sitting in the row behind me approached. Before they started talking, I was sure they were thinking nasty thoughts about having to spend half a day sitting behind noisy kids. But, instead, they said, “You should write a parenting book. Your girls were SO good, and you interacted with them so well during that long flight. Good job.”
It may not have been romance in the airport that day, but I definitely felt loved. That comment changed my perspective and I walked the rest of the way to baggage claim with a smile on my face.
Now that you’ve heard my not-so-romantic flight story, check out this video. I think you’ll love it:
Ok….you caught me. #ConnectingFlights isn’t a real movie, but it should be, don’t you think? Sears did a brilliant job with this campaign!
Disclosure: This is a sponsored post, I am a Sears blogger, though all opinions are my own.
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