In real terms, three hours isn’t actually that long when it comes to flying, but kids have this incredible ability to bend time. A day feels like a year, a year feels like a day and what should be a quick zip over to Fiji can feel like a lifetime.
This was all because Max, my toddler son, was hellbent on getting a sultana accepted by his mid-air neighbour. Each rebuttal further fuelled this crazy obsession and for three long hours he constantly escaped my grip to prod and poke the man in question.
In any other environment it would be cute, right? Some pudgy little hand coming at you with a sultana slick with saliva. But something happens when we step into that sardine can of an aeroplane. Kids just aren’t that cute anymore.
And I get it. Even as a mum of two angel-faced beings, there’s only one thing more traumatic than being trapped thousand upon thousands of kilometres in the sky with young children – and that’s when they’re yours and you’re sat next to someone who legitimately hates children.
You can spot them as soon as they board. They check their boarding pass, look for their seat and as their gaze lowers to check out their enforced flying companion there’s a subtle change in body language.
The jaw tightens, the shoulders hunch over and their legs start to drag a little, as if the slower they get to their seat the less time they have to share air with your spawn. It’s like the evolution of man but in reverse.
Then us mammas do something that’s even more exhausting than travelling with kids – we apologise. A relentless rendition of what I call the sorry symphony. And it’s just so monotonous it fades into the background like elevator music.
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I adore children (I don’t have any of my own yet) but I work with children and I would love to know on a flight whether their is a child near by! I’d prefer to sit next to a kid and help entertain them and myself, than sit next to a grumpy old business man who snores and farts the entire flight thankyouverymuch! I think it’s a brilliant idea! I love lending a hand as well! Even if it is to hold a little one for 5-10min while the poor parents relieved themselves in peace! Why not spread a little love in a world filled with so much hate! You’re welcome grumpy people, I’ll take it from here!
I don't hate kids, but I'm not interested in engaging with yours, I don't find it endearing to be offered a drool-covered sultana, and I sure as hell am not here to provide babysitting services for you, lady. I'm happy to sit by you, so long as you take responsibility for your children yourself and not expect to outsource that to me.