Cold sweat forms on my brow as I carefully look over the information on the screen. I go to push the button and the last decade flashes through my mind. My head begins to float as I try to remember purchasing my first one-way ticket to London.
But I can’t.
I remember selling my car to pay for it. I remember having to purchase it last minute. I remember thinking how foolish I was for not saving more over the last year. I remember sitting with my parents trying to both “kill” time and make it stop while waiting in the airport before the first leg of my journey. I remember trying to burn my families’ images, voices and embraces into my brain. I remember trying not to cry too much and to focus on the moments ahead.
I remember trying to appear strong but feeling like I was made out of sugar glass.
Things are very different in America now. As am I. A girl left but now will return as a woman. Have I changed for the better? How has my family members changed? How has the job market changed? How has the political atmosphere altered? These are all things running through my head.
It’s bought. Three one way flights to the U.S. It’s happening. BLIMEY. Not that this is a spur of the moment decision. We have discussed it for years, it took 14 months for us to go through the Visa process, several months of downsizing / packing up family possessions and a month to make Peaches an American citizen. So. This is happening!!!
Wait, I’m confused, what is happening…..
...oh let me explain. In July my South African partner and British daughter are moving to America with me. There will be some alterations to the blog/instagram as we transition. Some further delays in posting may be possible (as we do not even own laptops anymore… whhhhhhhhat. #DOWNSIZING). But. I will keep the writing up - in whatever form it may evolve into. I am still a dummie. The writing will continue, I hope you dear reader, will come along for the ride.
It is difficult living in a school. No escape from work. None.
Even when trying to leave the grounds - - texts, conversations, thoughts all travel back to school. It is my second child -and third, fourth, fifth, sixth.
Those boys in our care.
Teenagers are a world in themselves, but I cannot help compare the simularities with our toddler. Both desperate for independence but need guiding. Both thrown fits when things do not go the way they think it should. Both demand and both eventually listen. Both need structure and a good example. Both have brains that are sponges and need a good night's rest to function at their best. Both are on the brink of a whole new stage in life.
One moving from baby to child, the other child to adult.
So this first half of term was absorbed by these children. Adjusting, learning, trying, aiding, teaching, listening, speaking, arranging and organising. Going above and beyond - it wiped us out.
The last week we were running on empty.
Cannot let that happen. So after a refreshing half term break - where we recharged the parenting batteries - we are back.
We are trying a new approach - one that still provides, offers, guides but mostly so that everyone knows we care about them. To do that - we need time to care for ourselves.
So here we are.
In the school.
So we finally flew with our 12+ months daughter and now we are experts! Hahaha, ohhhh I needed a laugh. We did it, we will do it again and here is the information for future me (or now you, whoever you are).
International Long Haul Flights with our crawling daughter :
On the way to the U.S. there were three adults (myself and my parents) for the long journey. We took a day flight, which meant a 3 am start to our day consisting of :
Peaches was fantastic! I figured it would be a horribly long journey and had no real rules set up for either of us. Carried plenty of snacks, let her nurse on demand (including takeoff and landing), let her nap when she wanted, let her explore her limited surroundings almost unfettered and let her crawl to her heart's content before boarding. She acted like it was all a treat - thank goodness!
International Long Haul Flights with our walking daughter :
On the way to the U.K. it was just my husband and me this time. We took an afternoon flight, which meant a normal start to the day consisting of :
Peaches, again, I cannot complain - she was a real trooper! It was crowded, very warm and this time around there was no extra seating. We weren’t as prepared for meals this time around, so we spent a fortune on airport sandwiches. She nursed, slept, snacked or fussed for the duration of both flights. No major incidents to report, just a solid little traveler.
Next time, we the adults, really need to be prepared for meals on connection flights. It is fine when we are connecting through a major airport but most of the time, it is a rinky-dink operation. I cannot in good conscience pay another $20 for a crappy sandwich, so :
Unless someone wants to fly us First Class.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.