If you have three children, then you’ve probably heard the following joke:
When your first child swallows a dime, you head immediately to the emergency room and insist on X-rays and surgical removal of the offending object, praying and pacing until the deed is done.
When your second child swallows a dime, you watch for it to come out in the diaper.
When your third child swallows a dime, you take it out of his allowance.
Well, my first child went on an American Youth Corp trip on his own in 2018, and hubby and I cancelled our Spring Break plans to take him to Biloxi to obtain a Global Pass to make his travel easier, made a trip as a family to Costa Rica a month before his trip so that we could give him experience and guidance on how to navigate the international wing of an airport on his own, and tearfully watched him walk towards the security line on his way to El Salvador.
Our second child has never traveled via airplane alone thanks to COVID.
Our third child just left this morning for a trip for the seniors of our church. I was gleefully packed her bag, braided her hair, and reassured her that she’d have a great time. Then I dropped her off twenty minutes before the meeting time in front of the airport and waved good-bye. Another mom sent me pictures.
I hope she does have a good time. She’s not really a good traveller at all, so I will pray for her while she’s away. Goodness, though! I am sooo happy at the thought of being child-free for a few days! God bless our youth pastor and his precious wife!
I hope Liz has a great trip!