Do you have rituals when you fly?
Although I have taken some long flights in my life (getting to Tanzania takes time, my friends), my frequency isn’t terribly high, especially in recent years. I bet I can count on one hand the times I have flown since kids.
That being said, at some point in my life, I started a take off and landing ritual that to this day, I do every time. Every leg of a trip.
I say the Lord’s Prayer.
I’m not saying I am a terrible flyer but traveling is stressful and repeating those familiar words in my head as we leave and return to earth grounds me (pun very much intended).
On today’s flight, the added stresser to an already intense trip is the need to pump as I am flying for the first time while still having a breastfeeding baby at home.
Because my friends kick ass, I was able to borrow a pump much smaller than mine for the next few days. Never mind the fact that my first time using it while waiting for my first flight to leave took me just as long to figure out as it did to pump (& made me very sweaty in the process, but thank goodness for small blessings like no one in the seat next to me). I still got it to work and that is winning. And now that that learning curve is done (whew), I should be good to go from here.
On a (literal) wing and prayer with hope for the days to come to be of purpose (& with time to pump)…the journey continues.