This week I went on a field trip with my daughter’s 4th-grade class to Sacramento. Amanda and I woke up at 4:00 am. I had just gone to sleep around 2:00 am. Needless to say that I was very sleepy, however, we made it to the airport on time. We boarded the plane and found our seats. Amanda decided to sit on in a row across from me with her classmates. There were 16 other excited 4th graders and their parents seated around us.
The airplane took off and we were in the air. I was so sleepy, but I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to keep an eye on Amanda during our flight. As soon as we reached our flying altitude, I thought about my cousin Monique who is a Family/Parenting Coach and a blogger – “It Takes a Village to Raise A Child”. I thought about her blog title and immediately thought to myself about the fact that “my village” at that time was the other parents on our 45-minute flight.
I relaxed and closed my eyes confidently knowing that she (Amanda) will be okay for the remaining 30 minutes and besides that, she was only 3 feet away from me.
The term “It takes a village to raise a child” goes a long way. It just so happens that Monique and her son, Dacion, were also traveling that day. They were on their way to Paris and London!
Who’s a part of your village when you travel?
