Yesterday I boarded my third and final connection to get me back home after a week of business travel in Germany. The time was about 9:30 pm and I’d been traveling for approximately 15 hours. As I boarded the Air Canada flight, I had one thing on my mind – plugging in my headphones and getting some rest. I found my seat – 5D – threw my carryon in the overhead bin, shoved my backpack under the seat and sat down.
You can imagine what I was thinking when a few minutes into boarding a lady walked up carrying a small child in her arms and said she had the window seat next to me. I asked her if she’d prefer the aisle, something in me said this would be easier for everyone, and she accepted it happily. As the little fellow began to settle in I replaced the batteries in my noise canceling headphones and prepared to tune out with some music and my book.
But, first, I decided to say hello to my new seat-mates. Lately, I’ve been trying to reconnect with the people next to me on the plane. I think it stems from this desire to counter the toxic themes in our society by being part of the change. I want to make more connections and be part of a pleasant exchange with another person. It doesn’t mean I chat the entire flight, but it just seems like a decent thing to do to acknowledge the human sitting next to me, breathing the same air.
We exchanged our hellos and then the mother had the delightful task of convincing her 21 month old son, who’d also, by the way, been traveling all day, to sit facing her for take-off. He was having none of it. The frustration and screaming began and at first I thought “this is going to be a long short flight”. Headphones secured I tried to block out the noise. Then I decided to take a different tact. Maybe instead of blocking out the “problem” I could be part of the solution…
I began to play with the little tyke. We turned the reading light on and off, then moved on to peek-a-boo. I realized I hadn’t played with a little kid this age in a while and racked my brain for little games or songs to sing. I found the teensy weeny spider hiding in the cobweb of my memories, and pulled it out. He was fascinated!
After takeoff, I decided to work on some drawing I’d begun on the long flight over the ocean. Of course, this peaked his interest and I loaned him a pen to decorate the in-flight magazine. Along the way his mother and I chatted about life and travel. Occasionally we were silent, enjoying the peaceful moments.
When the drink service started things took a turn for the worse as my seat-mate decided to dump a glass of orange juice on all of us. Luckily, I had my leather jacket draped across my lap for warmth and was saved the shower. His poor mother was drenched. As she looked over in horror, I laughed and said, for perhaps the 20th time that flight, its fine, don’t worry! I was amazed to find that I actually wasn’t upset at all.
I found myself feeling like I could relate to the poor fellows frustration of being locked up once again, unable to move freely, except for brief strolls up and down the aisles. I have found myself angry and wanting to cry on a plane after a long day of travel. So, I wasn’t at all surprised that this 21 month old little cutie was freely expressing his emotions.
As we prepared for landing his mother had the fun task of again securing him. By this point the poor fellow was even more frustrated so in addition to peekaboo and the teensy weensy spider song, I added the try to grab my hand routine. It was a hit. As we slowly rolled up the runway toward our gate, he gave up and fell asleep, snuggled securely in his mothers arms. This presented a new challenge – how would she gather all her things? I and another fellow helped out and then she and I walked along side-by-side toward the baggage claim area. Each pushing one handle of the stroller which he wasn’t in the mood to sit in and was loaded up with a tiny backpack and diaper bag.
I marveled at how encountering a lap child sitting on the flight next to me had felt like the worst way to end my day, but in fact was a tremendous gift. As I waited for my husband on the curb, I felt lighter. The memories of his little smiley face and the gratitude of his mother lingering in my mind. So, next time you wind up next to a lap child, remember that instead of an apparent problem, it might just be an opportunity for joy. It’s all about how you choose to respond to the situation.