Traveling with little ones is like navigating a complex puzzle. You want to keep living your life post-kids by taking them on adventures, allowing them to bond with family, and introducing them to new experiences. However, getting from one place to another can feel nearly impossible.
For a time, I resisted the chaos. I would force my son to sit on my lap, despite his protests and loud cries. I tried bribing him with endless snacks, milk, and toys, even attempting to distract him with my phone. Each diversion only lasted a few minutes before he was back to demanding something else—very loudly, I might add.
I felt proud of myself for packing his favorite sippy cup, cherished toy car, and the latest stuffed animal. Yet, the reality was that all my efforts fell short. Even with a well-stocked bag, I would run out of options shortly after takeoff, if not sooner. In desperation, I’d try rocking him gently, singing softly to soothe him, all while wishing for a moment of peace for myself and the other passengers. But calming an angry toddler is like attempting to hug a squirming octopus—impossible.
Next, I turned to the in-flight pamphlets. What fun they are to pull out and toss around! I know he’s kicking your seat while doing this. Believe me, I’m right behind you, giving my son the fiercest glare I can muster, whispering for him to stop, but my threats are utterly ineffective against the powerful toddler. The toys and snacks? Not enough. The threats? Completely pointless. I finally accepted that it simply wouldn’t be enough.
The truth was, all my son wanted to do was run—up and down the aisle, again and again—until I was convinced he’d wear a hole in the plane! Once I realized this, he seemed much happier, but I quickly discovered that was only half the struggle.
You see, toddlers want to explore. They don’t get that they can’t follow people into the restroom or knock on the cockpit door (yes, my son has attempted both). So, I began to walk closely behind him, ready to prevent any potential emergencies. However, the narrow aisles present a major challenge. There’s no way to navigate without bumping into other passengers’ arms, legs, or even heads.
And then come the judging stares. I’ve received my fair share of disapproving looks from fellow travelers, and while I try to smile back, inside I’m wishing I could disappear. I know I’m bothering you, but what’s my other option? To wrestle my toddler down into submission? We’ve seen how well that works. So, fellow passengers, you have a choice: put up with my kid’s antics or endure the screams and kicks. Your call.
As if that wasn’t enough, my little one decided he wanted to high-five everyone. I mean, EVERYONE. If you’re in an aisle seat, prepare yourself—you’re not safe from a tiny hand in your face. He won’t move on until you give in. Try to ignore him, act like you’re asleep, or pretend you don’t see him, and you’ll find yourself in a toddler standoff that could rival any military operation.
Yes, I know you’d rather not touch sticky toddler hands, but you have two choices: shake his hand or brace yourself for another round of persistence. And, yes, I see that eye roll you just gave me.
To anyone flying with a toddler, I can only say: “I’m Sorry.” This is a blanket apology for anyone who hears the shouting, feels the kicks, or has to indulge in a high-five. Please understand, I’m doing my best. And if I’m racking up my daily steps while walking the aisle, it’s because I know it’s better than the alternative. Trust me.
So, sit back, enjoy the show, maybe consider buying that parent a drink (they’re likely more frazzled than you!), and just high-five their kid already.
If you want to read more about navigating parenting challenges, check out this blog post for some relatable stories.
In summary, traveling with toddlers can be a daunting experience filled with unexpected challenges. From endless distractions to navigating tight spaces and managing the curious nature of little ones, it’s a wild ride. But with humor and a bit of patience, we can all survive the journey.