That Feeling of Impending Doom

Aaron Sharp | February 23, 2021

A couple of weeks ago the Wonder Woman and I got to take a trip to Colorado Springs – just the two of us. The purpose of this trip will be something we talk more about in the next few months, but for this blog post I’d like to talk about the feeling of impending doom that both of us felt about traveling.

That may seem like a weird thing to experience, but there were two factors at play here. First, the Wonder Woman had the wonderful idea that we should get some cards and write a note to the kids that they could open for each day that we were gone. This is was very special, but I have to confess that after writing to each of our four kids three times it felt a lot like I was penning a goodbye letter so that they could know I loved them when I was gone. This may sound overly dramatic, and I thought that I was probably insane until just before we left for the airport when Elaina verbalized something similar.

This meant that I wasn’t crazy, but the reason that Elaina spoke up was that just before the kids left our house with Mimi and Opa the seven-year-old Cowgirl repeatedly informed us that we were going to die in a plane crash. She asked us who would take care of them when our plane crashed, and was quite confident that we were not long for this world.

Now, here’s the thing, I don’t believe my young daughter is a prophetess. I don’t think she knows the future, and she also has premonitions about which character is inside the monster on Scooby Doo that are wrong more than they are right. Still, when you are already a little creeped out a small, blonde Nostradamus proclaiming that your doom is nigh is not exactly a recipe for an easy flight.

But I am happy to report that our flights to and from Colorado Springs were uneventful. No planes crashed, and we lived to freeze our rear ends off through rolling blackouts in Texas. But the next time Elaina tries to get me to do something special for the kids I want no part of it.