Why is that so difficult? It does have quite a bit to do with my fear of flying...on some level I consider it a form of child abuse to subject my child to flight...but it's more than that.
When Jacob was 13 he flew alone for the first time to visit my parents in Colorado. I walked him to the gate, sat with him until they called his flight, and just about had a heart attack when I watched him disappear down the jet way.
Last summer, age 14, the line at the ticket counter was really long ~ so I sent him through security himself. Then, as I was walking back, I noticed the line was gone...so I got a gate pass and went to meet him. I think he was as glad about that as I was. But it proved to me he could handle it on his own. So this summer I walked him to security, watched him go through & drove home {with a phone call & a few texts}. He made it Orlando just fine, found his friend & will have an excellent week. My seasoned traveler.
But, how difficult it is for this mom to watch her baby walk away to a place I'm unable to rescue him if trouble arises. I think that's really the issue. Letting go. Literally.
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