There are certain moments in the course of motherhood when you are just in awe when you consider what your child can do. Today was one of those days for me.
Ever since Rebecca was a young girl, she has wanted to fly.
She took soaring lessons at the Harris Hill glider field during high school in exchange for work on the field, but she never soloed. Time simply ran out before she headed off to college.
Fifteen years later (last fall), she picked up the dream again. She signed up for ground school, did the flight hours, and recently earned her pilot’s license.
Today I was able to experience her dream-come-true. She took me up from the little airfield near Durham, north to the Oxford airport and back, a near hour-long flight.
I had anticipated a little queasiness in such a small plane, but her take-offs and landings were flawless, and turbulence was minimal. The flight was exciting just knowing that Rebecca was in control of every aspect of it.
George gets his turn on Monday!