The difference is this time I have a travel companion. My grandson, Alex, is accompanying me. I’m thrilled and scared at the same time.
First there’s the travel part. My husband and I have been discussing for weeks the pros and cons of taking a stroller ad naseum. Or maybe it was just me talking and he had it endure my internal debate. (I decided not to for such a short trip.)
Then there’s the changing planes part of the trip. Is it going to be a long walk between gates. Will he be cooperative? Will I be able to go to the bathroom without him running off?
I worry about the challenge of mealtimes. I’m not used to thinking about a child’s preferences or ability to chew. What if he doesn’t like anything? I guess he won’t let himself starve and I have a big stash of animal crackers.
I hope Alex stays entertained on the flight. Attention spans at this age are extremely short and we’re in a confined space with a bunch of other people who don’t want to be there.
Twenty some years ago I traveled alone with two small children; Alex’s uncle and dad who were 1 and 6 years old at the time. We even had a three hour layover. I never gave that trip a second thought.
I guess I’m just out of practice.