Jacob’s Innocent Question
Jacob tugged at my sleeve with his tiny hand, his wide eyes filled with curiosity. “Mommy, are we going to stand the whole flight?” he asked, his voice tinged with innocent concern. I couldn’t help but smile at his earnest confusion. The idea of standing for hours on a plane was absurd, but to his young mind, it seemed entirely plausible. Gently stroking his soft hair, I leaned down and whispered, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll have seats—I promise.” Silently, I hoped that promise would soon hold true.
Jacob’s Innocent Question
A Mother’s Promise
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I turned to Jacob with a calm voice. “I know this feels scary, sweetheart, but we’ll figure out how to sit together, okay?” I held his gaze, watching as he nodded with quiet trust. The simplicity of his faith in me was both touching and bittersweet. Gently squeezing his hand, I found myself seeking reassurance as much as offering it. Around us, the crew moved with purpose, their focused efforts rekindling my hope that a solution was close at hand.
A Mother’s Promise
