Flying back from our vacation today was quite a hectic affair. With a toddler and a lap child in tow, we trekked through the jungle that is the airport and somehow made it through our flights. There were numerous ups and downs as you might expect on an all day traveling extravaganza with kids, especially as it is Friday the 13th, but one moment stood out for me.
There was a woman sitting in front of us that was very agitated during the flight. She was frustrated with the person sitting in her row that kept going to the bathroom and she made sure all of us around her knew it. She was fidgeting constantly and seemed almost like she was anxious about the whole notion of being on an airplane.
At one point towards the end of the flight, she stood up, turned around and made a comment about one of my kids that wasn’t very nice. Instead of getting upset, I just took my son, who had been asleep most of the flight, and started quietly reading him a book. It was very unlike me (to be calm when encountering anger directed straight at me) but I just felt so zen about the whole thing. More