Our new journey

Although I dedicated this blog to Snoekie, and is actually about parenting and those things, I just have to blog about my 6 weeks training and the whole flying story .... o my this could get long!!

So I on day randomly decided that I want to be a flight attendant after seeing a friends photos.  I discussed it with my parents and as you can guess, their main concern was snoekie.  I argued my case as follow:

Snoekie has had a great start in life, better than most kids.  I gave her more than a year.  She doesn't drink that much during the day anyway and she is a good eater. She is very independent and she loves her ouma to bits (my mom looked after during the day while I was training.)

So they said yes.  It was awesome!!

Since I am telling you the whole story, i have to mention the crazy week prior to when training started.  I had to get my eyes tested (I can see 100%), I had to go for x-rays (my bone are 100%) and I had to go for a full medical examination which included the following:

• hours answering weird questions about family null, and everything else from past drug abuse all the way to how big is your little toe
• then the urine test (don't yo just love peeing in those champagne look alike glasses)
• the hearing test was the most annoying.  Can't they just record some one screaming help and let it fade, rather then that annoying beep sound that gt stuck in your mind, and then you are not sure whether you are hearing it or not. Then you say yes, and the dr asks are you sure, and then you think am I sure and and and then ....
• after that adventure thy hook you to all kinds of machines and make yo id a bike for like twenty minutes.  And for some one who has never rode a bike in hr life, it was quite intimidating, especially since the nurse keeps yelling to go faster
• Then comes the always painful blood samples

Never the less I passed my medical exam, apparently I am hundred percent!!

The next few days and didn't know what to do with myself.  I was out of my skin from excitement.

But my hart was restless.  Was I being a bad mother, leaving her?! I know 90% of woman go back to work withing 3 months, but I'm not them, and I made a promise to give her 100%

It was to late to turn back, and I knew in my head that as a single mom I was doing the right thing.  I needed to get on my own feet, look after my own Snoekie

The first few days I missed her soooo much, even though I was enjoying the course and the new friends I made.

But when I came home at night and my mom told me she was happy and fine, it soothed my soul.  Unlike the first few days she also didn't cry when I got out of the car, she said bey, see later.  I was happy and sad at the same time, she was doing so well without me.  but I knew she missed me, drinking non stop from the second I got into the car til the next morning when I got out again.

I learn so much from her, we underestimate how smart they are .... she knows I'll always come back to her!!!

To be continued ....