Air travel has to rate as one of the most traumatic experiences for parents ( and baby too). It is a surefire recipe for disaster – enclosed space, no distractions, same scenery = wild cranky baby! At such times, it is so nice to actually meet co-passengers who are not shooting you arrows of disgust.
Today it was this youngish man, travelling to Seattle for work – N was howling her head off, but the guy was actually smiling at her – wow! I said to myself, either this guy has kids, or he is a really really nice guy. Then there was the good looking chap who was sitting next to us on our flight to Phoenix – this guy even played with N while she was sitting on my lap! Last, but not the least, the elderly Korean lady ( grandmom really) who came over and hummed lullabies to N on the flight back from India. She kept calling N “Harmoniga” – I can only assume it means something ( baby?) in Korean. But I was so touched by her kindness – walking over to talk and soothe somebody else’s cranky baby? Not everybody will do it – but Hey! Nice people do exist.