In honor of the Emster being home on leave this week, I’ve conjured up this old blog post about my mommy fears and her innate Emster capabilities.
What I find interesting about this is:
How openly neurotic I have always been.
How she has always been kick-butt.
Here you go:
Okay. You know how when you’re a mom you have these certain levels of fear when it comes to your kid? Well, most moms do. Sorry to all you people who are not moms or aren’t neurotic. You will probably be bored with this blog post.
So there’s the deepest level of Mom Fear, which is that:
1. Your child will be kidnapped on an airplane like in that Jodi Foster movie where she ends up blowing up the airplane in a feat of total mom awesomeness.
2. Your child will be assaulted or violated.
3. Your child will be murdered/seriously injured or threatened to be like in that Denzel Washington movie where he’s the bodyguard but he might as well be the dad because he is so amazing to Pita and she even names her teddy bear after him.
4. Your child will marry a ghoul:
Please do not marry him, Em, at least not when he’s like this.
But then I have what I call the Secondary Level of Mom Fear, which includes:
My child will starve because I have no income.
My child will become a heroin addict because I suck, etc…
My child will become a monster full of hate.
But also on this Mom fear level is this one:
My child will get on the wrong airplane at the airport.
And yep… It happened.
So the Emster was done with this super cool Fresh Film Program in New York City (thanks to amazing author and human Saundra Mitchell) and she was flying home to Maine. Em did everything right:
1. She got a car and had money to pay it. She got in the car at 8 a.m.
2. She told the driver she wanted to go to US Airways at Laguardia Airport.
3. She buckled her seat belt. Gold star, Em! Gold star!
But then things went wrong. There was an accident. Traffic stalled. She was stuck there for about an hour. But finally they move again. The driver drops her off at the airport, but wait — He drops her off at the United terminal. Em realizes this once she gets inside. She asks for help. Twice. She runs to the shuttle for the other terminal. The shuttle bus doors have just closed. She looks hopeless.
Em is the one smiling with teeth. 😉
Hopeless doesn’t work. So, instead she goes into Looking Cute mode. The shuttle bus doors magically open. She asks the driver for help. He tells her to hop on. She does. There are a MILLION stops. They get to the terminal. She goes to the kiosk to get her boarding pass but she doesn’t have a credit card and can’t pay the $20 for her luggage. Someone else helps. She gives them cash. They don’t even make her weigh her suitcase. Score! (Note: Shoes are heavy. Em likes shoes).
She finds the Security Screening. She goes through. She finds her gate. It is 9:30. Her plane is supposed to leave at 10. There is nobody milling around like normal. Em being the astute little camper that she is, goes to the woman at the little podium/counter thing and asks if this is the gate for the Bangor, Maine flight.
Woman: That flight is closed.
She decides to look cute again.
Woman (speaks into walkie-talkie): MUMBLE MUMBLE.
Woman (to Em): Okay. You can go out. The plane is on the tarmac.
They let her through the doors. She rushes to the airplane, climbs up the stairs, gets on, looks at her ticket and then says to the flight attendant: Is this the plane to Bangor, Maine?
Flight attendant person: No. This is the plane to Buffalo.
Flight attendant person: The Bangor plane is behind us, I think.
Em runs down the stairs, across the tarmac and towards a plane that was completely obscured by the Buffalo plane. She drops things on the tarmac. She picks things up. She runs. She scrambles up the flight of stairs and says, “Is this the plane to Bangor?”
Her seat is gone. They have given it away because she is late.
“NO!!!!!!!!” Em screams.
But they let her sit in the exit row all by herself. She buckles up and makes it. Nobody kidnaps her. She does not fly to Buffalo. She flies home.
She is amazing.
And resourceful as heck.
Me: You will write about this some day.
Em: I have already lived it once; I do not want to live it again.
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