Opposition in all things

Ok...so I know the previous blog is a little confusing or frustrating...BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!! I was at my parents in Idaho visiting and their internet/computer isn't always friendly, so I ended up with the title to that entry only. So, this will be a shorter version, lucky for you!

So, we flew out of Atlanta and sat next to a very cranky women who was completely disgusted to be sitting next to a 2 year old. However, she knew there were empty seats on the plane, I did not, having gotten on early. She could have moved, or told us and we could have moved. Mya screamed for 2 hours of the flight (4 hours) and induced an asthma attack. Yes, that is how loud and long she screamed. I gave her the inhaler, and we spent the next hour of the flight walking up and down the aisle. She FINALLY fell asleep in my arms, and instead of crawling over Mrs. Cranky Pants, I went to the front row and asked the 2 very nice gentlemen there if we could sit down between them. Of course they said yes. My favorite part of the whole flight was when Mrs. C.P. asked me if I could control my child!! GIVE ME A BREAK!! Obviously, she hasn't been around many 2 year olds!

The next day, Mya and I got on the shuttle bus from SLC to Ida. Falls. She was an angel for all bu the last 5 minutes of the 3.5 hour ride. She got angry and started screaming again. I tried calming her down, but she wasn't playing that game. So, I sat down and folded my arms and remained calm. The Man (Mr. Cranky pants) sitting in front of me turned around and glared. I responded with a smile, what else was I to do? He then barked "It's not funny!" That made me a bit upset and rather angry. So, we make it to the bus stop 2 minutes later where my brother is picking us up. We get off the bus (mind you, Mr. C.P. doesn't offer to help) and get everything loaded up. I should have just climbed in the truck and left, but I couldn't let it go. So, I left Mya with Aaron and walked into the gas station after Mr. C.P. We had a little confrontation that went like this:

"Excuse me. Excuse me...(he turns) Maybe next time, instead of judging, you might try offering to help."

"You thought it was funny, you were laughing! You didn't even try!"

"I was not laughing, I simply smiled. What else was I supposed to do?"

"control your child?"

"(smile) she's 2, you don't control 2 year olds"

"well, I Hope you have 10 more just like her!"

"And I hope that you are better to your grandchildren than you are to complete strangers".

And I left and started crying. I'm a little surprised I made it outside before I started crying to be perfectly honest. JERK!!!!

Now, for the opposition. I called Dustin and told him I was driving home after that experience. Of course, the day came to leave and I got on the bus to head to the airport again. The bus ride went great. She was kicking the seat in front of her, so I asked if it was bothering the man in front of us. He said he couldn't even feel it, and then a woman another row up just laughed and said "we're all grandparents!! Let us know if you need any help. She's doing great!" (WHEW!)

We get to the airport and everything is still going smoothly. On the plane, there were some empty seats (I Asked this time...) and so I decided to take the car seat with me and confine her to that. The 1st flight ( 1 hour), she was great and watched Dora. I was waiting until the last to get off, knowing it would take us a few minutes when Debbie and her husband (Strangers) asked if they could help. So, they took the car seat and carry on while I wrestled Mya. It ended up that they were on my next flight too (Heavenly Father, he sure knows what he is doing!!), so they helped get me there and then offered to sit with my stuff while I changed Mya's diaper and she ran around. Unfortunately, we got on our plane, and then had to get off. Something was wrong, so we had to wait for another one to take us. Thankfully, I had Debbie and her husband. They helped chase her and entertain her while our 1 hour layover turned into 4 hours. We got on the plane and found an empty row where Mya slept almost the entire flight. Once we landed, we had even more help getting all of the stuff off the plane, and carrying it to baggage claim. What wonderful people!!

Now, Here's the interesting part...while we were walking to our gate, we were talking and they asked if Atlanta was home for us. So, I proceeded to tell them that we still had a 4-5 hour car ride to Ft. Rucker to get home. "Ft. Rucker still exists! I did training there 30 years ago!" Come to find out, they've been stationed everywhere we have, and are also members of our church. ("It's a small world after all...").

I could cry right now thinking back about it and how grateful I am for the help that I received on Tuesday. There are still good people in the world!! YAY! I guess I just needed the 1st experience to truly appreciate the 2nd one.

One final thought before nap time...If you are traveling, at the grocery store, church, or ANYWHERE and see a difficult toddler, instead of rolling your eyes or silently pitying the poor Mom (Or being thankful your kids aren't that age anymore...) offer to help. It's always appreciated, and will end up making it easier of everyone!!

P.S. more fun Idaho blogs to come...once I get the pics and videos downloaded.... :)