Taking it all in his stride, he nonchalantly kissed me goodbye, and strode onto the plane with the tribe of ELEVEN other unaccompanied minors (it was school holidays). I tried to play it cool. The other parents seemed to be doing the same thing, over-cheerily waving goodbye and shouting last minute instructions to their small people as they handed over their boarding pass and stood in a group together.
Finally the gaggle of children formed a semblance of a line (as instructed by the steward!), and walked off down the gangway in a semi-orderly fashion.
The other parents seemed to wander aimlessly. I stared at the plane, thinking it unlikely that he'd be looking back at the building, searching for me from his window seat.
Before turning to leave, I thought about that quote, the one bandied around about parenting, something about having your heart walk around outside your body.
|- quote: Elizabeth Stone, photograph copyright|
(It took me ALL DAY to find this photo, so appreciate the cute for a moment.)
Bet she never thought about flying. I could get my head around my heart walking around outside my body, but getting on the equivalent of a large tin can and flying - in the sky - 1200kms away? That is some next level shit.