Into the Wild Blue Yonder

I don’t know why I worry, the statistics say that flying is safer than driving. I just worry about my son and traveling when I am not the one doing the driving or flying with him. And this is the first time I wasn’t able to get (translate afford) a non-stop flight. At least not from Burbank to Portland.

But, he totally fits his nickname, and was Chill and relaxed about it. Completely different from last year when he wanted me to fly up to Portland, pick him up, and fly back to LA with him. All on the same day.


This year he’s confident enough to travel from PDX to Hillsboro on the MAX (which he won’t have to do, thanks to my sister-in-law). So long as he has a roof over his head and food he’s “invincible” – his words, not mine. Did I mention that he’s a teenager now?

My little boy is growing up … and I’m not sure how I feel about that anymore.

Despite his invincibility, I’ll still worry, because that’s what moms do.

Update: 10:20 – Josh just called to let me know he made it to the gate at this next connection. So far so good.

Update: 12:42 - He made it to Portland and my SIL is on her way to pick him up. I can breathe again.


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