The night before I was to depart for our visit, my son had said that he would call to firm up details as to whether he would be able to pick me up at the airport or not. Before I arrived home from work that evening, he had already called and left a message that he would call back later. He did not.

To understand my reaction to his not calling back, you need to know me somewhat. I like to be in control and/or know exactly what is to happen in a given situation. Spontaneity is not my strong suit, though I am working on it. I am a planner by nature though and like to know ahead of time just what is in store for me. Therefore, when he did not call back, I freaked.

Worried that he had changed his mind, stressed over whether he was picking me up at the airport or not, I had a very bad evening. I even considered not going as I was afraid that he had changed his mind and did not want me to come. Finally, after hours of major stressing/freaking out, I calmed down and decided to trust that it would all work out.

Generally when I fly, I enjoy chatting with my seatmates. I am a people person and enjoy meeting others and hearing their stories. On this particular flight however, I was somewhat nervous, excited and not interested in idle conversation. For one of those rare occasions, I wanted some solitude, especially right before the plane landed.

As we were about to land, I figured out a way to silence the talkative man seating next to me. When he asked what I was going to Seattle for, I blurted out, "I am going to see my son that I gave up for adoption. This will be the first time we have seen each other since he was born 32 years ago."

That did it! Finally, he stopped peppering me with chatty, trivial talk and was speechless for the rest of the flight. I needed that quiet time as the plane was about to land.

To Be Continued.....................................