By now, we've all heard about the popular trend among air-traveling parents with babies. In the days leading up to their flights, these new moms (and, less likely, dads) will hit up their local Walgreens and purchase a couple dozen Ziploc bags and proceed to fill them with travel-size chocolate bars, ear plugs, and sweet little cards that say something along the lines of:
"Hi, I'm a baby! This is my first flight, and my parents are super nervous that I'll cry and bother you! I hope this little gift goes a long way (or at least to our final destination lol) in making my screaming more bearable! Sorry! Sincerely, the otherwise adorable baby in 28C!"
Seems sweet, right?
Well, it's not.
In fact, it was especially less-than-sweet when my husband — who was traveling alone with our 2-and-a-half-year-old while I stayed behind with a newborn — boarded a packed flight only to be seated across the aisle from parents dolling out their own version of these "sorry-for-my-baby" goodie bags.
We hadn't thought to pack those. We remembered to fill my husband's carry-on with the iPad, the headphones, the poke-a-dot travel books, the Etch-a-Sketch, the backup iPad, and the 57 other things necessary to keep our toddler daughter occupied for a two-hour flight, but no preemptive apology gifts for the complete strangers sitting in her general location.
As a woman, I've grown up conditioned to apologize for things I shouldn't.
So, when my daughter inevitably had a minor meltdown — she was apparently not loving the seat belt situation — my poor, frazzled husband got to feel the searing eyes of random travelers as they chomped down on bite-size Hershey's chocolates from that quiet baby across the row.
I felt terrible that my family was stuck in such an awkward situation, but I was secretly relieved I wasn't there to witness it first-hand, because if I was, I'd likely end up on the evening news as a cautionary headline: "Irate Woman Forced Off United Flight."
Because if I were on board, I wouldn't have glared back at those strangers. I wouldn't have yelled at them to turn around and mind their own damn business.
Instead, I would have probably picked a fight with those sweet parents who thought they were doing a good thing.
See, their gift might get a few "oohs" and "awws," and it might even make their cotravelers more understanding when their baby inevitably started five-alarm wailing just as the plane approached cruising altitude, but it's sending the wrong message and setting a terrible precedent.
It's saying that we should apologize for our children's very existence whenever it's inconvenient. We should apologize for the simple fact that they are babies whose needs are only expressed through crying — or children who can't help but melt down in an enclosed tin can because they're still developing the brain function necessary to use sound logic to process emotions.
It's the same as saying that we should apologize for having arms when our seatmate jostles for control of the armrest.
It's these kind of trendy, Instagram-ready workarounds for humanity that leave me dreading my next flight with my family.
As a woman, I've grown up conditioned to apologize for things I shouldn't. In meetings, I'll still catch myself interjecting with a "sorry, but what if . . ." and instead of saying "excuse me" when trying to pass someone at the grocery store, my knee-jerk reaction is to say "sorry" as I squeeze by. I've said the word too much as it is, and now that I have kids, I've certainly had to say it a whole lot more.
So the last thing I plan to do is turn it into a Pinterest project.
It's these kind of trendy, Instagram-ready workarounds for humanity that leave me dreading my next flight with my family — and it's still more than two months away. I know that I'll be apologizing for things worth apologizing for — if my kid accidentally (or God help us, purposefully) kicks the seat in front of her, if she flails her arms and spills my water on the person sitting next to us, if my baby's spit-up splatter gets on the floor.
But I won't apologize for babies being babies or toddlers being toddlers. No matter how much my fellow fliers wish my kids and I weren't there (and there's a lot of you), I won't apologize for having children. I won't teach them by practice that they have to apologize for themselves.
And I certainly won't be pummeling grown adults with candy and ear plugs as a way to extort kindness and understanding.
That — like armrest etiquette — should just be expected.