Letting Go of My Expectations and Being in the Moment: Flying (and Waiting) with a Toddler

Theo and I recently flew to Ohio to visit family. On our flight back, we had a four-hour layover, and I’d imagined grabbing dinner and letting Theo run around the airport before hopping onto a late evening flight where Theo would sleep. The flight to Ohio (my first time flying alone with Theo) had been intense, but manageable, so I was optimistic about this one as well.

(Please feel free to insert jokes about Greek gods and hubris here.)

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