It’s been a nutty few days. On Monday, Miss Butterfly was to arrive via airplane from a visit with my parents. It would be her first flight where she was a Young Traveler rather than an unaccompanied minor. Young travelers are basically responsible for themselves. Due to this, I’d decided she should be on a flight which kept her on the same plane all the way through to her destination. But, the destination had to be an airport 3 hours from home. So I was to leave work and drive 3 hours to pick her up, and drive back home.

I got a call mid day saying that if she stayed with that flight, she’d end up stranded in Orlando, and so they were going to move her to a flight that did change planes, arriving in her destination city a little earlier than I’d anticipated.

Well, I wasn’t thinking. I mean, I was at work, and had a visitor here who was also having flight issues, and as soon as I hung up the phone I realized that if she was going to be changing planes, the ENTIRE PURPOSE of me driving 3 hours to a different airport was moot. I quickly texted my family who were already close to the airport that things had changed, quickly looked at flight options, picked one that would get her into our airport, and called the airline. The rep that I spoke to wasn’t that eager to change things, but put me on hold while she asked a supervisor. Meanwhile, my parents arrived at the airport, noticed the change, and called me. So, now I’ve got two phones, one to each ear, trying to figure out what to do. Thankfully the rep at their airport was quick to agree to the destination city change, and I hung up on the airline from my end.

Now, you would think that flying alone and changing planes would be a bit distressing to a youngster, but not our Miss Butterfly. To be fair, I’ve been training her from a young age to be able to figure out what needs to be done at the airport. I started by explaining everything to her, showing her tickets and how to locate gates and information, when she was 4. By the age of 8, I began asking her what we should do next, so that she could work it out herself. When asked if she could do the plane change, her response was basically “I can if you give me all the information!” She was very confident about it, and seemed to think her mother and grandmother a bit silly for their anxiety.

Not only did she travel beautifully, but she was very good at keeping in contact with the airline where she switched planes, letting someone know when she was headed out for some food, and then letting them know again when she got back to the gate. They do worry over their young travelers and try to keep tabs on them, and the airline rep was so pleased with her communication, she sent Miss Butterfly back out with a $10 gift certificate for ice cream.

All in all, a grand success. Miss Butterfly arrived home a tired but triumphant traveler, ready to putter about the house, and sleep in her own bed. Where she told me how much she loved the perfectly perfect yellow color on her walls in her room.

Yellow. It’s a theme lately.


I began plying the yellow/purple/grey singles yesterday. I took the day off to hang out with Miss Butterfly. We got her physical done in the morning, along with 2 immunizations. She had her first experience with almost fainting. She doesn’t like those needles AT ALL, though she tolerates them because she knows they keep her from getting ill. Then we headed off to finish school supply shopping, and home to do some laundry. Pretty soon she was in contact with her local friends catching up with them. We walked down to pick up one of them, then the girls walked to the school to turn in her immunization records and physical sheet, and to put her stuff in her new locker.

This left me time to mow. She spent a few hours meeting up with all her local friends at the local pool, then once she arrived home we got to spend some time with her and have a nice dinner together. All in all a lovely day spent together, which is great because….

Today I have a middle schooler. She’s in 7th now, with a locker and changing classrooms, and everything else middle school entails. Apparently she was so nervous that she really didn’t sleep last night, and was quite frustrated when I woke up this morning. I suspect she’ll sleep great tonight!


More yellow, the color of these two gorgeous missouri evening primroses on our front bank. I noticed them blooming beautifully when we brought Miss Butterfly home from the airport Monday night. I just had to go get a photo. We planted these tiny plants earlier this year. There were 4, but only 2 survived. They seem to also be thriving! I think I’ll have to have a set for the back yard next year, I really love them!

4 thoughts on “Yellows

  1. First and foremost big hearty congrats to Miss Butterfly, I still feel anxiety when I fly and especially with layovers so she’s definitely a very thoughtful and awesome young lady. As to the shots, I also HATE needles, with enough sticks and near fainting spells I’ve been schooled by nurses to 1) not tense up, including holding your breath. 2) make a point to look away (it’s the actual needle going in that makes me feel all lightheaded and 3) try to keep talking (even about nonesense) I think that is supposed to help with the breathing as much as taking your mind off of it. Although with everything it sounds like Miss Butterfly is once again showing just how amazing of an upbringing she has had, along with her own personal inner strength. Congrats to you on the middle schooler, here’s hoping for a great year!

    • Yeah…I think you just described her entire problem. I told her to take a deep breath, she did so, and then the nurse was like “AND DON’T HOLD IT!” Also, she’s got these tiny little arms, the nurse would gather up her muscle (Because her arms are so small nurse has to be careful with that needle) and her muscle would tense, which would remove the entire muscle fro nurse’s hand. So, I think she probably did all the things you mentioned not doing except the looking part. I wonder, too, if it’s a developmental thing. Like, with an awareness of your body, you also get this awareness of what’s happening to it, as well as long term thinking and the ability to imagine how that’s going to feel? Because, my first fainting started at the age of 12 when I got my ears pierced, and continued on for almost every needle stick ever.

      Also, thank you for the kind words. She’s a pretty cool kid. Mr. Ink and I are slowly adjusting to all the words again. 😉

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