Guest blogger Dani Klein Modisett: "I took my toddler cross country on a plane and discovered some people really don't like children."
"Thanks, thanks," I said over my shoulder while balancing a backpack on my back with a nebulizer in it, my computer bag on my shoulder and a shopping bag in my hand bursting with cheese sticks, Cheerios, fruit leather, bananas, a milk bottle and diapers.
I was carrying all this and leaning over trying to collapse my street-friendly MacClaren stroller for storage under the airplane when another passenger grabbed the backpack which was about to fall and knock over my 15-month-old son precariously balanced on his own two feet. He was holding my knee ready for take off. Last week he figured out how to walk and it has quickly become his favorite past time.
Another insane, overachieving f**&king idea of mine, I thought. Taking my son to NYC with me. I had to go for work and I wouldn't even consider leaving him with my husband and a babysitter.
I learned several surprising things during this trip from Los Angeles and back. Turns out marching up and down the narrow aisle of an aiplane for five and a half hours is no fun. I don't know how stewards and stewardesses do it without strangling people or at least breaking whichever finger passengers use to call them.
Also, there are some people who don't like children. Even tiny ones in tiny jeans.Gideon walked up and down the aisle no less than fifty times each way. He would stop at every person, laying a chubby hand on their thigh or their tray looking each of them in the eyes, whether they were sleeping or not. Most would pull one side of their earphones from their ear and say, "Hi!" before Gideon lost interest and moved on. But some people would just not acknowledge him. He's relentless though, if I hadn't pushed him forward he'd have worked on these people until we landed. He'd have stalked then to baggage claim, "Anytime you want to smile at me..." his eyes would say, "I'm waiting!"
"No honey, that man doesn't like children," I said the fourth time we passed a man who refused to look up.
I was hoping he didn't hear me. Or was I?