My eldest 2 children will be boarding a plane in just a few hours to visit their father for 2 weeks. Let the record show that I am uncomfortable. They’re flying as unaccompanied minors, which to them is no big deal seeing as how they both flew unaccompanied from England to San Antonio and back again only a few summers ago (my daughter being 9 and my son having just turned 7). As a mother though, it’s terrifying. I have so many “what if” scenarios running through my mind that it’s absurd to think I’m going to have even a little bit of restful sleep.
I will only say that I want to write about how a Hemingway quote is helping me cope, and tomorrow once I know that they have safely landed I will write about it. In the interim though, I just want them to make it there in one piece.
You hear that universe? Please don’t let me down.
