In July, we traveled to Arkansas to attend a ministry conference for three days. It was our first time traveling by plane with both girls. Abby has flown four times in her life: twice to Florida, once to Colorado and this trip to Arkansas. Considering her last trip was when she was two and a half (over a year ago), it is only a faint memory to her, making this trip feel like a "first" all over again. Ella flew once when she was younger, but this was her first trip with her big sister making it all new kinds of exciting.

Flying with a very active one year old (especially one who was not walking) is exhausting. Ella was not interested in sitting if she was not sleeping, which led to lots of squirming and screaming during the first sleepless flight unless Joe was walking her up and down the aisle. Snacks and stickers worked for a little while, but nothing really distracted Ella from the idea that she wanted to be moving. Abby on the other hand is very easy to travel with now. She stays occupied for long periods of time and can really understand the whole experience. It was fun to enjoy the trip with her through her eyes.
During the day while Joe and I were at the conference, Abby and Ella stayed with a sweet babysitter who they loved. They enjoyed exploring the hotel, playing games, doing crafts in our suite and swimming. In the evenings, we would go to dinner as a family and explore the area a bit.
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| exploring a park in downtown Little Rock |
When we were in Arkansas, Uncle Cory had surgery on his knee. Abby made him a card and asked me to send him the picture of it. She wanted to get him his message while he was recovering in the hospital and not a day later. :)
Our trip home was a memorable one. It was scheduled to start with a 12:30 flight out of Arkansas connecting through Chicago to Syracuse. Well, the airplane we were scheduled to fly on had mechanical problems and our one hour wait turned into a five hour wait. During that time, we learned that we would not make it to Syracuse that day because there were no more available connections. The girls were tired from not having a nap and being in the airport all day. The airline told us they would provide a hotel room (and meal vouchers) for us if we flew to Chicago that day and continued to Syracuse the next morning, so we boarded the plane at six.
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| She waited so patiently for her airplane to be fixed. |
When we got to Chicago, we planned to grab dinner and head to a hotel room where we could curl up and get a good night's sleep, but
God had other plans for us. At 8:30, with an exhausted toddler on my hip and a chatty three year old by my side, the airline agent informed us that she would not be able to find us a hotel room because THERE WAS NOT ONE HOTEL ROOM AVAILABLE IN ALL OF CHICAGO. She had to be exaggerating, right? I mean Chicago is a big city and the airline assured us AND I HAD A ONE AND THREE YEAR OLD WHO NEEDED TO SLEEP. She wasn't exaggerating. Joe called the local hotels. There was nothing. We even tried to get a rental car to drive through the night to Syracuse, but there were none available.
God had other plans for us. We had no choice, but to gather our girls, go back through security, get two very large Starbucks coffees and find the cots the airline had set up for 200 people who were stranded at O'Hare.
Here's the thing. If you told me I would be sleeping in an airport with my two little kids, I would have thought you were crazy. I cried when I realized that was what we had to do, but
God had other plans for us. I'm not sure of all the reasons why things happened the way they did that night, God does though and I'm okay with that.
Here are some things I learned/was reminded of during our night at Camp O'Hare:
1. God had other plans for us that night and they weren't easy, but He brought us through as a family and cared for us. We were closer as a result of the stress we overcame together and the laughs we had in the middle of the night.
2. As we gathered our cots and set up our beds for the night, Abby looked up at me with a smile one her face and said, "Mommy, we can pretend we are camping. This is kind of like camping. Look up! All of those lights are like lots and lots of stars." And like that my loads of frustrations from the day melted away and I was able to find some joy in the midst of the madness. That is also when Joe affectionately named our 'campsite', Camp O'Hare. I was in awe of how unaffected Abby was by the fact that we were sleeping in the strange surroundings. She had her family with her, Mommy rubbing her back and she knew she was safe. She had all she needed to feel safe and secure. It was a beautiful reminder to me of what it looks like to rest in the security and safety God, my Heavenly Father, provides for me as his child...always. Oh Lord, help me to have the faith of a child!


3. We were taken out of our comfort zone and had next to nothing with us. We were cold and without a place to stay. As I lay on the cots watching my girls sleep and watching the sea of people trying to get some sleep around me, God unexpectedly overwhelmed my heart with compassion and gratitude. Compassion for those people who have nothing and spend every night in homeless shelters and gratitude for the comforts we enjoy everyday..the reality that our situation would be over in the morning. For a night, I felt what it would be like to sleep in a "shelter" with my little kids and in those hours my heart broke for parents throughout the world who wouldn't have a home to go to in the morning.
4. Ella finally fell asleep at 12:30 after doing many laps around the empty airport. Joe and I didn't really sleep as we took turns watching our kids. We were emotionally and physically tired, but God sustained us. We made it through. And though it felt like a terrible inconvenience to us for so many reasons, only God knows why we were not supposed to get on that airplane and why we were not able to get a rental car that night...only God knows why he wanted us at Camp O'Hare that night and God is always good, so I can trust Him.
5. I will never choose to fly American Airlines again if I can help it. Not because they had mechanical problems, but because their customer service and internal communications were really poor. Not to mention the fact that my luggage has gotten lost EVERY time I've flown with them. So no more AA. I've always been more of a JetBlue girl myself anyway. ;)
So our family experienced two firsts on this trip: camping and camping in an airport. Which leads me to...
6. We better make a plan to take our girls camping (something I really have no desire to do in a real pop a tent and get lots of bug bites way) because Abby was able to compare a night sleeping among 200 other people at the airport under flourescent lights to the magical experience of camping in the great outdoors. It might be time to correct this potential parenting mishap.
Do I want to do it again? No thanks. I'd rather pop a tent and get lots of bug bites while roasting marshmallows over an open fire, BUT I'm thankful for the reminders and family memory. I know it is one we will laugh about for a long long time (especially next time we are passing through terminal H at Camp O'Hare).