This was a post of travel with my sweet kids as we readied ourselves for the sky.
All best to you as you prepare those diaper bags and brace yourselves for home, but also a little reverse culture shock, maybe. As you love those friends and families you’ve missed, and let them lavish you with the hugs and all of those little things you’ve missed.
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See–I’m preparing to travel to visit my dear dear amazing amazing Grandpa who has gotten sick.
We will go and hug him so hard, so much.
All of the energy in traveling is already worth it, obviously.
But there is still some stuff to ready, some static to comb through.
Static is what we hear when one of the monitors is not on.
It is all crinkly, reminding us of old time tv rabbit ears & standing with tin foil in your hand,
one leg extended, body mashed mid-movement like twister, erect, away from the board.
Some things are a bit staticky too, right now.
My husband gave me a sip of his whisky, with directions to “take a good slug”
to just calm me down a bit,
even me out.
See, I’m preparing to fly with the kids
(first time with both)
& I’ll be the only parent, like always on these flights.
And it is not a hop, skip, & a jump,
but over oceans.
Over blue and depending on the airline,
we may cruise over pointy white caps
like we are jettisoning snowboarders
shooting a spearmint ad.
My kiddos & I will fling ourselves across the sky,
eat & try to sleep
& be warm and lovely and ourselves
in cabin pressure
in same clothes
in what the heck time is it
& what the heck meal is this supposed to be
in lumbering through same aisle-ways
bumping into big guys’s arm extended
& why are all these ladies wearing night time, stick on white masks. They are so freaking scary.
We will try to fit
in too small bathrooms
let alone people changing diapers
on ten month old boys who will not ever want to sit or lay down.
There will be crinkles of static
or at least rolling carts, snores of white noise
but it is always worth it
for the joy in the receiving line,
the overtired speak
through Customs when you have to say what you do in Japan
& spit out why you are here, in America
& you feel ragged, soggy
GLIMMERING like you’ve just come through Ellis Island
& maybe your name will be changed
& everything is emotional
for the weary traveler
who may not be able to hear out of one ear for two weeks
for the hormonal woman being a single mother when she is not used to
such strength full throttle for that whole jet-lagged time,
leaning forward with the dang piece of tinfoil
and folded-in, pressurized smile
the next 48-72 hours
of getting there alive,
bracing for those next steps in the itinerary
and just wanting so many hugs
& a Taco-Bell burrito.