Well, hello there Internet. It’s been an interesting 15 minutes. I hope some of you are enjoying this blog, and will hang around for the bits that are not ranting at big corporations (which is most of it, really).
Apparently people really love to hate on airlines. And on traveling moms. I had no idea I’d be touching so many nerves when I wrote that post about my awful US Airways trip.
I love all the support I’ve been getting from other parents and random People On The Internet. It’s been sad to hear so many horror stories from families who’ve been treated even worse by airlines than I have, but also great to see people getting into lively conversations about how to fix it.
One reader made the great suggestion that I should use this space for helping families share travel tips about airline policy and family-friendly flying. Look for that coming soon.
Of course not all the feedback has been positive. To answer the more reasonable critics among you: I’m not perfect. I’m flighty, disorganized and often overwhelmed (my doctor calls this ADHD, I call it life). I’m also not an expert air traveler. I missed a few tricks that all the savvy travelers know. Tricks I’ve now been made aware of and won’t soon forget. I suspect my grandkids will be mocking me decades from now about my obsessive attention to the details of airline reservations.
BUT. As Amadea said, a system that depends on optimal behavior from every participant is not a working system. The airlines system should work for disorganized, clueless, snarky me AND for the super-travelers out there. Not because I’m a diva, but because otherwise it screws everyone. Even if I want to sit at the front of the plane and park my small kids at the back, I shouldn’t be allowed to, for their safety and that of whoever winds up next to them.
Now, for the less reasonable critics. All you charming people who called me a demanding bitch, or wrote me off as one of “those” mothers.
I am one of those mothers. I’m a mom who believes that the well-being of our children is a shared responsibility of everyone. My kids are not an exotic hobby, or a bizarre lifestyle choice. They are little people with all the rights and privileges people are entitled to. Their emotional and physical well-being is in your interest as well as mine.
When you are old, and need care, it is my kids and their peers who will be your doctors, your bus drivers, your congresspeople and your financial advisors. Whether you had children and took on the burden of raising them or spent your middle years blissfully child-free, jet-setting around the world and bitching about those annoying kids on airplanes: today’s kids will wipe your ass someday.
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