The Journey of Motherhood

After years of lugging both babies and bags down Terminal 5, the most amazing thing happened: all three of my children walked the long journey from the O’Hare airport security checkpoint to the gate. Yes, sister – on their own two feet. We trekked, hand in hand, through terminals and past over-priced restaurants, passing hundreds of travelers waiting and hurrying, all stuck in no-man’s-land. Still weighed down by bags and protectively encircling my little ones, we walked through the crowd together; everyone moving on his or her own power. An amazing milestone. After a decade of baby carriers, I felt