When I was pregnant with my son, I remember daydreaming about all of the places I would take him.  Europe was at the top of the list because he has lots of cousins, aunts and uncles there.  Twelve years have flown by and we are just now getting around to taking this trip. I could (and did) blame it on lack of time, money, etc., but the truth is that taking an 8 hour flight with an infant or toddler was not comfortable for me.  I wrestled with feeling somehow inadequate for not packing up and taking us all on a trip far far away.  I had read all of the uber-mommy accounts of “just going.”  And I could breastfeed anywhere so what was the big deal?  It seemed to be a competitive right of passage – to have to apply for his second passport before he turned 3. But I realize now, yes just recently, that now is the right time for me to take my kids on a long overseas flight.  I was not ready then.  And that is just fine.