As I prepared to leave for Mexico, I went into A´s room to see if he was ready to take me to the airport. He was standing looking into his underware drawer crying. I asked him what was wrong? "I don´t want you to leave mommy?" Where did this come from? I have traveled many times on this trip since he was born. In the beginning it was very hard for me. On one trip, when he was still nursing, I had dreams the whole time that we was lost and I could not find him.
I remember when I was A´s exact age and my Mom went to England to be with her dying Mom. I too cried. I remember thinking this is what I am suppose to do. I am a good daughter if I cry when she leaves on the plane.
When A was small, I was much more frightened of leaving this dream world. I wanted to have more of an impression on his life, before I left. I would pray when the plane took off and when it landed. My heart felt like it was going to beat our of my body. I am happy those fears are gone.
Yesterday´s flight was on a Mexican airline. Trust me, there is no way your plane is going down if God has anything to do with it. Every person in there makes the sign of the cross as the plane takes off and lands. It is very reassuring!