Last week we took the girls to Disney World.
Yeah, I know. They are spoiled rotten. But my brother just moved down to Florida and my mom and sister were going and it was spring break and I figured it was my last chance to get out the house before I’m hunkered down with a nursing newborn again…so we went.
One 7 month-preggo, one cranky husband, and two tired toddlers. Our flights were pretty horrendous, requiring us to get up at 3 AM on two days of our short three-day trip. I was a little nervous to fly with my kiddos (we’ve taken Ada on a plane before when she was about 14 months old, but I was still nursing her at the time and managed to lull her to sleep the whole time), but honestly, they did pretty well.
What irked me the most was other people.
Has anyone else noticed that people at the airport treat families like scum?
Now I have a problem with rude people at the airport in general–the kind that push and shove to get off the airplane first, filling up the aisles, and slamming their seats back into my pregnant stomach. But I feel like this trip opened my eyes to a whole new side of mankind:
The side that treats kids as nuisances.
Maybe I’m being overly cranky or sensitive here, I don’t know. I have reached that point in my pregnancy where I’m uncomfortable all the time and perhaps it is tainting my world view, but I really felt like everyone and their brother just wanted our kids out of their way.
Businessmen in their polished suits, yapping on cell phones literally almost ran Ada and I over with their rolling suitcases on those moving walkway things. Women typing on their laptops in the terminal waiting rooms looked over disdainfully at me when I plopped my pregnant self down with the two kids for another layover. Some dude at McDonald’s sighing dramatically as I paused to allow Ada to fill her orange juice in the morning. Even one crazy instance when I took Ada to the bathroom and returned to line to have one irate passenger proclaim “I wish I was pregnant so I could cut in line…” I mean, really?
And don’t even get me started on how pregnant women are treated. I had one guy literally shove me aside as he sprinted to a shuttle terminal, so he could nab the last seat. He spent the entire duration of the shuttle staring directly into my huge stomach from the vantage point of his comfy seat while I stood in front of him. On the shuttle to Disney World, we stepped on to a full bus–three dads met my eye and quickly looked away. It was awkward silence as no one moved a muscle. Finally, some elderly woman shifted her grandson to her lap to make room for me and Mya.
It’s just kind of silly, isn’t it?
Kids and pregnant women are a part of this world, people. I mean, honestly, they’re kind of what make up the world, no?
I am sick of feeling like I have to apologize just for the mere presence of my children. Yes, they are somewhat slow, yes, they may get tired occasionally, yes, they like to ride the moving sidewalks over and over again.
But they are what make life worth living.
No one’s life is so important–no matter how fancy your cell phone, or how expensive your suit, or how much of a rush you are to get into that meaningless meeting, that you should view the child chattering about their magical trip to visit Cinderella as an inconvenience to you and your life.
Maybe the world all around would just be a little happier if we could stop the crazy rushes we all seem to be in all the time…and just stop to appreciate the world as our children do. To skip happily towards a magic kingdom, to giggle when the airplane dips and our stomach turns, to smile at the two-year-old with pigtails who is proudly trudging through the airport with her Dora backpack threatening to overturn her at any moment.
I mean, really, would it hurt us all to just relax a little bit?
What do you think? Am I just a crazy, cranky pregnant lady? Or have you experienced what I’m talking about here??