3-2-1 blast off!

This past June my son and I went on a three-day trip to Massachusetts to see my brother and his family.

This was the first time I have been on a plane with Ethan (last year he went up to Mass with grandma, his first plane ride), so I was really excited to share the moment with him. The second our feet hit the airport ground, Ethan was ecstatic! He could hardly contain himself and was so excited to see the plane and look out the window and order his water from the beverage service (obviously that made a lasting impression).

As we were patiently (I use that word loosely) waiting to board the plane, Ethan began asking me when we were going to blast off. Thinking as an adult I tried to explain to him that planes don't blast off and he said, "Yes they do, Mommy. 5-4-3-2-1 blast off!" I looked at him, smiled, laughed and realized that if most people thought of blasting off in a plane instead of just merely taking off, it would add a little more excitement and pleasure to the experience.

Finally it was time to board the plane. We walked down the corridor to the plane where we were greeted by a very friendly flight attendant who said to Ethan, "Well, hello! How are you?" Ethan responded by saying, "When are we going to blast off?" Clearly catching her off guard, she said, "Oh well um .." So I quickly fill her in on our conversation from earlier and she kindly smiles and we walk to our seats.

We get settled in and prepare for take off when the flight attendant comes over the speaker with the normal welcome speech, "Thank you for flying," and so on and then she said, "we will be blasting off shortly!" Awesome! This lady rocks! And thankfully Ethan heard it and of course began saying (a little loudly) "3-2-1 blast off!"

When she was walking down the aisle doing her last check before we blasted off, I thanked her for what she did and she said it was a lot more fun to say we were "blasting off" and she wished she could say it every time. The plane ride was a lot of fun and Ethan was able to look out the window and order his water all by himself.

Here's the moral of the story: Kids take pleasure in the simplest things that adults no longer see. We try to rationalize everything, make things logical, fit whatever in a nice little box with a bow and move on to the next thing in the blink of an eye. Ethan reminded me (and the flight attendant) that we need to think like a kid sometimes, to let go and be free, all because of a plane ride to Massachusetts. The moment was unforgettable.