When I was younger, I always knew that I wanted children, regardless of if a man thought that I was fit to be his wife or partner. I knew that I didn’t want to leave this world without reproducing. As a little girl, yes, I wanted to get married and have the fairytale wedding that society sells us but I also knew that having children was very important to me. Whether you’re single or not, bringing life into this world and/or shaping and molding a life from childhood into adulthood is nothing short of miraculous.
As parents, we always want the best things for our kids. But in an attempt to protect them, do we overdo our ‘job’ as a mother or a father? That’s a very important question to ask ourselves especially when we are trying to prepare our kids for the future, helping them deal with an inevitable aspect of growing up—disappointment.
Some may assume that I am always in the sky and never home with my family. I can’t blame them because with the job that I have you would think so. A question I get asked a lot from people, ” how many days are you gone at a time?” That is a difficult question to answer and it depends on the flight attendant. I have more flexibility now than any other job. And if you know me well, I have had many.
I cherish their life and try to capture the moment by snapping a picture. At times, or I should say, many times they don’t want their picture taken. Thursday was an evening that consisted of are routine afternoon adventures.