Friday, May 4, 2018

An airport with a view - just like life

I am sitting in an airport in Chicago for another whirlwind trip. The difference this time is that it has a purpose other than the adventure.  This trip is for driving the Kid back from his sophomore year.

A few weeks ago the Man and I drove down to see the Tall One rock the Aggie Pitch competition, his girlfriend rock both the pitch competition and her ring dunk and learned how to play 42 at The Chicken.  It was an amazing weekend full of tears (shut up, I cry), laughter and family time. I am always proud of the kids - this blew me out of the water.  I only wish I had had the charisma and skill he does at his age - mark my words, there is nothing he won't achieve when he puts his mind to it.

How does this relate to today? People watching and flying of course. As I sit in O'Hare waiting for the Kid, I am watching people.  Everyone on their own path, their own journey. I see happy, sad, excited and beat down.  Two weeks ago, I watched 10 groups of kids present on their next big thing and heard about the Kid and his upcoming season. For each there are not literal crowds and flashing lights like there are tonight, but I see them all in my mind's eye. I just watched a tiny dog walk buy, collar rattling and huge smile which I bet is exactly what my face looked like when I watched the Tall One on stage and how I feel waiting to see the Kid.  The lost flyer, something I also shared on the large A&M campus and when I can't help my grown boys through challenges.  The planes waiting to fly, just like both my kids are on their next adventure - figuratively and literally - and how the Man and I are everyday in work and life.

Take off and landing - ups and downs, it is all apart of the journey and while our little family experiences in different states, we are always together meeting in the crazy terminal of our family.