There was a time, pre-911 when non-ticketed passengers could go all the way up to the gate to see there loved ones off or greet their arriving guests. One of my favorite scenes was the frazzled young father, hand in hand with a dirty toddler with a baby on his hip looking gratefully relieved as his wife emerged from the gate and relieved him of his single parent status after a business trip.
Away on my first business trip I long for nothing more than that very scene to be my own. Maybe that's why I wanted to be a mother so much... the need to be needed is strong in this one. I have of course that there is a limit to this desire... being needed TOO much is a bit heavy.
In order to answer "how i'm doing" I need to know how everyone else is doing. If they're fine... I'm fine. If they're not... I'm not.
Hmm... what if they're good? How awful would that be?
This is all Osama Bin Laden's fault!
(The picture is to show that I am making good use of my time as a single, childless woman to straighten my hair.)
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