Visiting Grandma with the boys is so important and I am always excited to let her know when we have booked the family tickets to Florida. When I called to tell her we were coming she gushed with excitement, ooooh,” she exclaimed in her refined English accent, Im so glad you all are finally coming. We will have such fun.”
That’s what I love about my dear ole mum, she is very much in denial when it comes to the realities of what it means when her grandchildren come to visit but the boys are dying with excitement. We have missed two years of visiting Florida and they miss their lawless grandmother who serves them ice cream for breakfast and breeds chaos.
When we saw an ad for Singapore Airlines in a magazine the boys asked if that was the airplane we were going on. I almost spit up my tea. Would that airlines had advanced so much that we each had our individual huge seats with costumed stewardesses and gourmet meals.
While walking through First Class the boys often loudly questioned why we are so poor that we have to sit in the back by the bathrooms and pay $6.00 for spam and crackers. I find it useful to take these times to stress good working values so that they too can one day sit in First Class.
Thumper is excited to reconnect with all of Grandmas friends and chat with them by the pool, in between splashing them with canonballs. Axel cannot wait to search for shells and throw things off of the balcony and Hootie-Hoo, who is a closet dirt eater, is excited to finally blast off in an airplane and shove his mouth with a slight change of menu, sand grit.
I am filled with fear from all of the airplane crashes that have been occurring but refuse to give up travel. After all, I made it through the stages of walking back and forth through the aisles with social babies who wouldn’t sit still in their seats and I no longer have to change stinky diapers in the disgusting, tiny excuse for a bathroom bathrooms. What I do dread is the cramped seats, re-circulated germs, smelly people and snotty, unhelpful stewardesses who take pleasure in waking me and my sleeping children out of our blissful drooling sleep to see if we want coffee.
I am ready to face the challenges of flying knowing that the end result will be ten days spent with Grandma and the kids in the warm sun wearing nothing but flip flops and bathing suits. This is far better than ten days spent struggling daily with ski equipment, terrain parks and hours searching for activities in Vini-man.