足足十年间,我的每次旅行都因携带三个调皮的孩子而苦不堪言;但这次,我无 “孩”一身轻,闲逛的时间大把大把,心情更是说不尽的轻松!
As I walk away from the van of crying children, I feel light.[1] Unfortunately this feeling is immediately followed by crushing[2] guilt. I am going away for the weekend alone and not one of my three children is happy about it.
I walk to the counter trailing[3] my impossibly small suitcase. The attendant asks if I have any bags to check. I don’t. I haven’t flown without checking bags for years. Ten years to be exact, since my first child was born. Since then, I’ve flown frequently with and without my husband – but never without kids. Boarding pass in hand, I stroll to the security checkpoint and take off my shoes.[4] I marvel at how quickly I pass through when I’m not trying to shove the stroller into the X-ray machine while simultaneously trying to corral three shoeless children.[5]
After clearing security, I stand for a moment, contemplating checking out the bookstore or getting a coffee.[6] I decide to do both – I have an entire hour. That hour would normally be spent handing out gum and mints,[7] trying to keep my children from bothering other passengers while making trips back and forth to the airport bathroom because my kids are scared of the one on the plane.
After spending a blissful 45 minutes browsing,[8] I make my way to the gate. I sit, not quite sure what to do with myself. Normally I would be obtaining a tag for the stroller and trying to keep my kids from doing gymnastics[9] in the gate area. I open one of my new magazines and smile sympathetically at couples wrestling with strollers and infant seats.[10] I’m still smiling as I board the plane with the other grown-ups instead of the preboard crowd[11].
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