We’ve been traveling and Annika had her third birthday in the past week. It’s funny. How the things I want to sit down and write about prevent me from sitting down to write.
We went to Detroit over the weekend.
|I’d be okay if they wanted to search Tigger.|
As we were traveling back to Austin we were talking about how Annika has traveled by plane more often than many adults ever do in their entire lifetime.
All in all, Annika has taken seven total trips, which means she’s flown on more than 14 planes (some were trips with layovers). That’s kind of insane for a 3-year-old.
This was our first trip since the body scanners have been put in place in the airports. Austin doesn’t have them yet, but Detroit does. I was so paranoid about the possibility of Annika getting searched or violated in some way. I fretted over how to avoid any potential trauma occurring. I had decided that she should wear a dress so that if she got searched, they wouldn’t have to go down her pants. We ended up skipping it on the flight back, as you can see her in her jammies at the airport.
I recently saw a Youtube video of a 6-year-old getting searched and the person searching the kid kept sticking her fingers down the kids pants at the waistline. She was quick and not really all that invasive, but she did it like three times and the entire time the kid was whining and sounding worried.
It totally freaked me out. I had already decided that I would drive home in a rental car before I’d let Annika be put through that.
I mean, sure, adults understand that the person is just doing their job. But little kids don’t understand that. It’s violating even when you do understand it.
Luckily, we did not have any such encounters. Actually, we had the exact opposite.
In Austin, everything was business as usual.
When we left Detroit, we were standing at the back of an ungodly long security line, but with time to spare, so we were not concerned. We stood easily, waiting, with everyone else, when a security guy with an earpiece and a formal jacket came up to us and motioned for us to follow him. My heart started to pound as we followed him.
I was quickly put at ease when I realized he was just letting us go through the line they designate for families and disabled persons.
Phew! What a relief.
It’s funny. I used to worry about what might happen in the air. when I flew. Now I worry what might happen in line at the airport. Not a very secure feeling at all, considering that all this is in the interest of national security.