Note on Flying With Kids and the Future of Mankind via Hallie Haglund

We may not be responsible for other people’s choices, but where does what you’re entitled to end and what I’m entitled to begin?

On the same flight, a woman was traveling alone with three small children. I couldn’t help but notice them, because they were all wearing matching outfits, including the woman. Weird. Somewhere over Arizona, she hurried her two older kids, both still in diapers, to the bathroom to change them. When she passed me, she looked at me imploringly. “Can you hold my baby?” She asked, before thrusting him into my arms to chase after the rest of her brood. The baby was chill as hell, with big blue eyes that looked shocked at being so casually pawned off on a stranger. I stood in the aisle rocking him back and forth on my hip, missing the time when my own kids were small enough to rock so easily, feeling flattered someone saw me and assumed I understood the most essential truth: we’re all turbulating through this beautiful, miserable shitstorm together.

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Hallie Haglund

Flying With Kids and the Future of Mankind

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This is how you survive a storm: by helping others and receiving help yourself.