Women of Aviation, an organization dedicated to getting more girls into flying and aviation, come to the Northern Colorado Regional Airport for the first time this week. As part of Women of Aviation Worldwide Week (WOAW), girls and women of all ages were able to fly either in an airplane or helicopter for free.
Their stated mission: “Most pilots owe their start in aviation to another pilot who noticed their interest and offered them a ‘ride’.
Fly It Forward® is a call of action to all pilots to extend the tradition to girls and women. During Women Of Aviation Worldwide Week, pilots are invited to give girls and women who have never flown in a small aircraft previously, a first flight experience. The goal of Fly It Forward® is to spark aviation vocations among the female population.”
My girls and I were lucky enough to secure a spot and yesterday we flew!
Our pilot was an older gentleman named John. He oriented us to his airplane (one that sat only 4) and got us seated. He started up and we taxied to the end of the runway. Here, he takes out a pre-checklist before we take off. Then he gets out and inspects his engine. Things all pilots due, but seeing it in action made me nervous.
Off we went. We told him we lived in Windsor, so he flew us overhead to find our house. My middle daughter was the co-pilot, and she actually got to fly for a bit. My girls have never flown before (except when they were babies), so they were super excited.
Me? Not so much. I get airsick every time I fly and did everything possible to get out of this. I kept saying how we were all going to crash and die and I didn’t want to leave my husband and son alone and what if Mommy just stayed behind and took photos and waved from the safety and security of the unmoving earth beneath my feet…
But my girls were having none of it.
Needless to say, I enjoyed the flight for a grand total of 3 minutes. Then the air around me became oppressive. I started to sweat profusely. My head hurt and started swimming. My stomach churned and the nausea bag was within reach, thank God. We had to return a few minutes early because I had visions of me puking in this tiny plane and ruining the experience for all involved. I put my head in my hands the rest of the flight and prayed.
We touched down, and I ran to the bathroom. Not a pretty sight.
I had a massive headache for hours afterwards, and even after I ate and drank, I felt horrible.
I swore off flying for good, wondering why I choose to torture myself like this…
On the flip side, my daughters had a great time, loved every minute of it, and wanted to go again.
“Thanks, Mom! That was awesome! Everything looks so different from the air! I got to fly! Did you see our house from the air?! That was so cool!”
The sacrifices I make for my children once again go unnoticed, unappreciated, and disregarded.
I had such a good time, getting to know the boys and watching them grow as players. It was truly an honor to watch.
My son broke his finger yesterday playing football at school, so he didn’t get to play. He was bummed, but was very gracious through it all.
We lost all of our games except the last one. It was fun to watch the boys grow and progress. The last game was fun to watch as the boys moved the ball well and had great shots. We had a party afterwards to celebrate our season. More importantly, their characters grew.
The only significant thing about the present moment is who you become in the process, and the impact you have on others.
I hope the boys had fun and learned something despite my ignorance of the game. I will truly miss seeing them! Thanks, boys, for giving it your all each and every day! I wish you all the best in the future!
It’s a fantastic book full of nuggets I needed to hear at this point in my life.
I had a million other things crying out for my attention: laundry, dishes, paying the bills, etc.
Instead, I sat at my kitchen table, coffee in hand, cat in lap, and read. Relaxing. Fulfilling. Restful. More productive than chores around the house. I fed the soul and the mind. What else is better use of my time?
I encourage you to take a bit of time for yourself today doing something you’ve been putting off that you’ve wanted to do for a while. Slow the pace. Breathe in the silence. Merge it with your soul. Enjoy the moment.
I was walking my dog early this morning. It snowed last night so our steps were muffled. Three Great Horned Owls were calling (I think–I only could find 2 in the trees). I love owls. I love to listen to them. They are so majestic. So serene. So cool! A marvel in their Creation!
Listening to these fabulous birds call in the night, I felt overwhelmingly blessed. To be able to walk my dog. To be able to see nature in my backyard. To overhear a private conversation. It was probably either two mates calling to each other or a territorial ploy or a mix. Either way I still wondered what they were saying in such synchronistic harmony.
Animals in all their glory humble me. For always being who they were created to be. No noise in their thoughts to distract them. Living life simply and wonderfully. Without complaint. Despite the cold and the starkness all around. Indifferent to what is happening around them and with other creatures or things.