Some delays teach you something beautiful

Postcards from Scandinavia - Day 1

I was traveling to Europe with my daughter - just the two of us, since my husband was already there for work and we were joining him for our vacation. When the flight was delayed, anxiety rushed in. What if we missed the connection? How would I manage, with only her by my side?

But in that very moment, Nayra, just fourteen, slipped her hand into mine and said softly: “Mumma, everything will be fine. You always say whatever happens, happens for good. So there will be something good in this too. Let’s play a game now.”

Her words carried more power than the announcement board - dissolved my fear in an instant.. Sometimes, children hold the wisdom we forget in our hurry, they remind us that faith is lighter than fear. And the one you thought you had to protect ends up protecting you. We ended up playing games for an hour.

I’ve often been her safe place. Yesterday, she became mine. In that small shift, I saw how love moves both ways - quietly, unexpectedly. Perhaps this is what parenting truly is a circle of holding and being held.

Maybe the real journey doesn’t begin when the plane takes off, but when someone we love reminds us to breathe again.