How would it be to go on a flight trip with your 3 year old kid? Believe me, it's fun.
I really did not have any idea what might happen that I didnt expect.So I could not prepare much for the travel. Just thought like a mom and packed the usual stufs like food,backup dress, medicines, snacks, iPad and books to engage her. Bunny had come down to help me pack up. I was so excited not because I am travelling alone with my kid.This trip would decide my life in US. I was not sure whether I would come back. USCIS = Uncertainty. Even though I had a major event to attend in India, my appointment at the embassy sucked all the fun out of it.
It was a very short trip - just 2 weeks. But I had plans that would take a month to complete.
On the day of departure, Bunny was packing things till the last minute. He was too busy planning and executing.At one point I felt he would scream in joy when I have boarded the flight. My flight departure time was 6:00 PM.He went on some last minute shopping at 12:00 - some packing materials, some snacks for the kid and gifts for some well wishers. I started wondering how he could think of so many things at the same time. Me, to complement him, had a completely blank mind.If I have more than one item to worry about, simply I worry about nothing.
Left to airport at 2:00 PM. Checking in the luggages was so easy. No queue in Newark airport, I felt so lucky. We had a pizza and a coffee at the airport. My kid was so happy that she was going to India, so far she has been thinking India was nothing but Skype.Security clearance was lot easier. We went closer to boarding point. The whole crowd was waiting there. Everyone coming by that flight had already arrived. My mind was still blank except for three - Kid,passport pouch,ipad in backpack.
Once we boarded the flight, we had the center seat, kinda inconvenient. I put two of the three away and tried to concentrate on my kid alone. She was quite busy buckling up,unbuckling, get down, climbing up the seat and expecting me to do the same. The guy who sat next to me: "Your daughter is so active :-)". I felt worried about how I could handle her in the transit.The Indian lady who sat next to her spoke very little. Looking at her climbing up and down, she made sure nothing hurts her. By the time dinner arrived, Jillu had slept. Thoroughout the journey, she ate very little.
When we were about to land in Brussels, for about 45 mins, I had a severe pain in my ears and kept cursing the pilot. No one else looked like they were disturbed. Even Jillu was not bothered. The turbulance kinda made me sick, that I wanted a coffee badly.
Transit stop at Brussels was kinda fun. She could not sit in the waiting area and got so excited and kept running.Every thing she saw excited her much especially the escalator walkway. She hopped on every single one of them and kept running. I had no choice but to run after her.We went to a coffee shop nearly 15 gates away and bought water and coffee. When we came back, the Indian lady who sat next to me spoke in Tamil.I was surprised. She said: "Your kid behaved very well. I have never seen such a cooperating kid. Very Good". I felt very proud.
Second half of the journey was much interesting.Both of were chatting, playing, watching "Puss in Boots"... I felt very happy to have had sometime with my daughter with nothing else to worry about.
When we landed in India, our family was waiting outside. When she saw them all, she kept laughing for a long time bringing a happy smile on everyone's face. After nearly 2 and a half year, I reached India. So many changes, I saw more crowd, more traffic, more constructions, more pollution. Still my heart did beat.. My Chennai.. My Chennai...
I really did not have any idea what might happen that I didnt expect.So I could not prepare much for the travel. Just thought like a mom and packed the usual stufs like food,backup dress, medicines, snacks, iPad and books to engage her. Bunny had come down to help me pack up. I was so excited not because I am travelling alone with my kid.This trip would decide my life in US. I was not sure whether I would come back. USCIS = Uncertainty. Even though I had a major event to attend in India, my appointment at the embassy sucked all the fun out of it.
It was a very short trip - just 2 weeks. But I had plans that would take a month to complete.
On the day of departure, Bunny was packing things till the last minute. He was too busy planning and executing.At one point I felt he would scream in joy when I have boarded the flight. My flight departure time was 6:00 PM.He went on some last minute shopping at 12:00 - some packing materials, some snacks for the kid and gifts for some well wishers. I started wondering how he could think of so many things at the same time. Me, to complement him, had a completely blank mind.If I have more than one item to worry about, simply I worry about nothing.
Left to airport at 2:00 PM. Checking in the luggages was so easy. No queue in Newark airport, I felt so lucky. We had a pizza and a coffee at the airport. My kid was so happy that she was going to India, so far she has been thinking India was nothing but Skype.Security clearance was lot easier. We went closer to boarding point. The whole crowd was waiting there. Everyone coming by that flight had already arrived. My mind was still blank except for three - Kid,passport pouch,ipad in backpack.
Once we boarded the flight, we had the center seat, kinda inconvenient. I put two of the three away and tried to concentrate on my kid alone. She was quite busy buckling up,unbuckling, get down, climbing up the seat and expecting me to do the same. The guy who sat next to me: "Your daughter is so active :-)". I felt worried about how I could handle her in the transit.The Indian lady who sat next to her spoke very little. Looking at her climbing up and down, she made sure nothing hurts her. By the time dinner arrived, Jillu had slept. Thoroughout the journey, she ate very little.
When we were about to land in Brussels, for about 45 mins, I had a severe pain in my ears and kept cursing the pilot. No one else looked like they were disturbed. Even Jillu was not bothered. The turbulance kinda made me sick, that I wanted a coffee badly.
Transit stop at Brussels was kinda fun. She could not sit in the waiting area and got so excited and kept running.Every thing she saw excited her much especially the escalator walkway. She hopped on every single one of them and kept running. I had no choice but to run after her.We went to a coffee shop nearly 15 gates away and bought water and coffee. When we came back, the Indian lady who sat next to me spoke in Tamil.I was surprised. She said: "Your kid behaved very well. I have never seen such a cooperating kid. Very Good". I felt very proud.
Second half of the journey was much interesting.Both of were chatting, playing, watching "Puss in Boots"... I felt very happy to have had sometime with my daughter with nothing else to worry about.
When we landed in India, our family was waiting outside. When she saw them all, she kept laughing for a long time bringing a happy smile on everyone's face. After nearly 2 and a half year, I reached India. So many changes, I saw more crowd, more traffic, more constructions, more pollution. Still my heart did beat.. My Chennai.. My Chennai...
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