As summer approaches, conversations about family vacations take center stage—especially regarding sending kids off to exciting destinations like theme parks and summer camps. This gives parents a well-deserved chance to reconnect as couples, free from parenting duties for a couple of weeks each year.
When my son, Max, was just six years old, we found ourselves living in beautiful Hawaii while my parents were in Oregon. One summer day, they excitedly proposed taking Max to Disneyland in California. After much deliberation on how to get him there, my mother revealed that she had already spoken to the airline, which confirmed that Max could fly as an “unaccompanied minor.”
He’s six, Mom. Just six. Not to mention, he was quite petite for his age.
I glanced over at my little one, with his short, sun-kissed hair and oversized glasses, resembling a tiny wizard in training. Meanwhile, my mom was going on about him boarding a 747 solo to Portland.
“It’ll be fine,” she reassured me. “A flight attendant will be assigned to him, and he won’t be left alone. Plus, it’s a direct flight. We’ll pick him up right at the airport.” After a lengthy discussion, and with Max bouncing in excitement, shouting, “I’m going to Disneyland!” repeatedly, I reluctantly agreed to let him fly unaccompanied. I just hoped that the flight attendant wouldn’t accidentally send him to Timbuktu, resulting in a worldwide search, followed by a dramatic movie called “I Trusted a Stranger with My Child. Bad Mom.”
At the airport, I filled out multiple forms, appended copies of his birth certificate, my ID, and an exhaustive list of emergency contacts from three states. Max could barely contain his excitement about flying “all by himself,” while I was a bundle of nerves. “Don’t worry,” the flight attendant said with a reassuring smile, “We haven’t lost one yet.” Yet? That was not what I wanted to hear. After a few more tears, I watched my only child board the plane and cried all the way home.
Two weeks later, as I anxiously awaited his return, I clutched the required identification documents needed to reclaim my child. When I finally spotted Max’s beaming face, I was struck by how much he seemed to have grown—more confident and a little less like my baby. As relief washed over me, I rushed forward, completely ignoring the attendant’s command to “Stay behind the yellow line.” I enveloped Max in a tearful hug, assuring him that he was missed every day. (I can only imagine how embarrassing that must have been for a six-year-old. Sorry, buddy—it’s a mom thing.)
When picking up an unaccompanied minor, the ID checks are intense. You can’t just casually present your driver’s license. The legal implications of handing a child to the wrong person are serious, and airlines are exceptionally diligent in preventing mishaps. When the moment finally arrived, the attendant looked at me knowingly and said, “And you must be the mother.” “Yes,” I sniffed, still clinging to Max. “Jake,” she asked to confirm, “Is this your mom?” In a moment that foreshadowed his future witty comebacks, he replied, “Well, she wouldn’t be my first choice, but yeah, she’s my mom.”
Fast forward 14 years, and Max was preparing for a deployment to Iraq. We experienced that familiar tension all over again when we dropped him off, and yes, I cried the entire way home. A year later, when he returned safe and sound, I found myself crying once more and hugging him in public. This time, he grinned and said, “It’s okay, Mom. Go crazy.”
I’ve come to the conclusion that kids, regardless of their age, should never be more than a drive away. The emotional toll is just too great for us moms. And when Max gets deployed again, I’m planning to tag along—not that I’ll mention it to him just yet. Who knows, I might end up traveling as an “unaccompanied mother.”
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In summary, sending your child off as an unaccompanied minor can be an emotional rollercoaster, but it can also foster growth and independence. Just remember, no matter how old they get, they’ll always be your little ones.
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