Our granddaughter is flying by herself in a couple of weeks to visit us. It's a big step for her, but she says she wants to do it. I talked to her on the phone about it. If she's like her mother, she will be fine. In the old days we could settle our kids on the plane before takeoff, and of the three older kids (the youngest never flew because she was too young), the oldest was a nervous wreck, the youngest was fine because he had his older brother and sister on either side of him, and our daughter was mortified that we came on the plane and urged us to leave and stop embarassing her. She always wanted to go-go-go, and later chose a college on the other side of the U.S., lived there after until she lived in Europe and then Morocco for three years. She's now on the west coast, and we are thrilled. Only a state away - a miracle.
I hope she doesn't get anxious, but I can't control what happens. The flight attendants will reassure her and perhaps they will put her next to a kindly traveler. She says she's bored now and wishes she could come sooner, so she's raring to go. And we're raring for her to come.
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