My children were given frequent flyer accounts as soon as they graduated from lap riding to seats of their own; wanderlust has been a part of their existence from the beginning. Traveling with infants, I learned early how to change a diaper in spaces small enough to pin my elbows to my sides, how to help a them clear their ears during altitude changes, and which airport’s terminals had carpet dirty enough to permanently stain the knees of baby clothing.

We did shy away from long flights over oceans, though. The thought of strapping a two-year-old in a seat for 8 hours was a little frightening, especially when encountering the “keep the seatbelt on the child at all times when she is in the seat, even when the light is off” requests from flight attendants who clearly did not have small children.

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