My family and I flew to Detroit and back for the Thanksgiving holiday. On the return trip, I saw a family of three–mom, a boy about 6 years old and a girl about 12 years old. I first noticed them when the boy hopped on a moving sidewalk that was moving in the opposite direction of where they were headed. Mom looked frantic, like she was afraid they would miss their flight, but the boy smiled, tried for a moment to go against the moving sidewalk and then gave up and kept going away from her. She seemed beaten down and not willing to fight him to get him moving in the direction they needed to go.
My attention was elsewhere as I took care of my family, including Continue reading The Mother Who Checked Out