I couldn’t write this Monday on Post-modernism and faith, I was out of town. I’ll pick back up this coming week, but first I want to tell you some stuff about being out of town.
We left this last Friday to go to Michigan to spend some time with a church in Rochester. It was a great weekend with Josh and Kara Graves. Josh and I co-taught Sunday morning, and hung out all weekend. I am not saying this just because he is a good friend, he really is one of my favorite preachers.
So while we were there we went to a Pistons game Sunday night, ate some local food, hit up a museum, and enjoyed spending time with a great church.
And we did it all with Eden.
It was her first time above the Mason-Dixon line. First time at a professional sports game, it was her first time ever on a plane. And that was the part that was making us sweat. We didn’t know how she would handle being 10,000 feet in the air. We hear babies crying on plane al the time, and didn’t want to put her through that. But she was a champ.
We haven’t really travelled long distance as a family of three before. And I have to tell you it was a joy. Having Eden there with us made it all feel new again. It’s great watching the world through your baby daughter’s eyes. Seeing her take in everything reminds you to slow down and take it in yourself. She didn’t cry once on that plane.
She didn’t make the trip a burden at all, in fact she singlehandedly made it the most convenient trip I have ever been on.
I am used to being treated as a non-human most of the time by airport staff, it feels like we are cattle being herded. But not this time. At both airports, we were greeted by airport security ooohing and ahhing over how cute she was. I was asked to step to the side for the whole, “air-puffer and rubber gloves” thing, and then the TSA guy asked if I was with that baby. I was waved on, with him saying, “good thing she looks like her mama.”
I don’t know about you, but that’s never happened to me before.
At one point I elbowed a guy in the head going down the aisle on the plane. He turned around like he was going to kill me. Then he saw Eden, and smiled understandingly. Another time in the aisle I was stuck in traffic, with several people blocking up the aisle. It was impossible to get around with a baby in my hands. And so a rather big gentlemen who was sitting down just held out his hands offering to hold her.
Hillary was right, It takes a village.
We had more attention from airline attendants, better seats, and kinder passengers. Forget first class, from here on out I am taking Eden everywhere I go.