Other amusing aspects of the airplane ride - my usually mild-mannered little baby girl became the Human Mexican Jumping Bean. I'm not sure any one child could bounce/pull/push/grab/scratch (those nails!)/headbutt or otherwise cause more mayhem in my tiny little seat space if she had consumed an entire box of Hot Tamales candy and was on the wildest sugar high of her short life.
You know how sometimes you get yourself into that funk of parenting where you're just dark and pissed about something your children are doing? Yeah, I was there. In spades. Bouncing and pushing, grabbing at my teeth, then my hair, then my teeth (did I mention the nails yet?), etc. I was just sour, and just barely keeping it together. Now, usually this sort of thing pisses me off, but the flight attendant back by me saw her jumping around and me trying in vain to contain her and just smiled and came over and said how well she remembers this stage. I'm trying to apologize, or explain that the tazmanian devil has possessed my child, and instead this woman totally disarmed me and reminded me that sometimes you have to accept that your kids are just KIDS. Their behavior is NOT a reflection on you and your parenting/your ability to "control" them/your socioeconomic status. Sometimes the kids are just being kids.
And, true to Murphy's Laws of Parenting - said mexican jumping bean took a siesta on final approach to O'Hare. Little shit.
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