If it’d mean those of us who have chosen to have children but do not believe that we’ve thereby relinquished the option of traveling by air wouldn’t have to put up with bitchiness, rudeness, and snideness from smug, self-satisfied fellow travelers who seem to think that the sole reason we had kids was to impinge on their God-given right to utter silence during the flight, then I’m all for it. Seriously. While they’re at it they could put seats in there into which you can actually buckle a car seat (or better yet, make all the window seats child seats with appropriate restraints built in). Prevent the seats from reclining so my kid’s feet and ankles don’t get crushed between his car seat and the seat in front when some yutz decides he has to recline. And no caustic comments made in a stage whisper that I’m obviously intended to overhear – that’s for me.
I’ve flown hundreds of times without kids, and probably 25 or 30 individual flights (each takeoff and landing counted as a flight) with one or both of my kids (the oldest now being nearly four). I’m almost fanatically polite myself when it comes to not inconveniencing other flyers; I won’t recline my seat if there’s anyone sitting behind me, because I hate having someone else’s (well, my wife excepted) head in my lap. I check to see what type of equipment the airline’s using for each segment of my trip and pack carryon baggage accordingly (some planes have more space than others). I go out of my way to ensure that I do not inadvertently inconvenience or annoy other people, despite the fact that most other flyers seem not to give a rat’s ass about those around them.
Now imagine what it’s like for me to fly with two very small children: I have to schlep a car seat that’s almost too big to fit through the aisle all the way back to our seats, being careful not to ram it into anyone or club anyone on the head with it as I go. I have to struggle to buckle it into the seat, a process that is nearly impossible to complete quickly because of the incredibly tight clearance between the sides of the seat and the wall of the plane on one side (you put them in the window seat for the reasons mentioned earlier) – all the while, unless you’re at the back of the plane, other people may well be waiting to get by you. Meanwhile, my wife’s dealing with the rest of our carryon stuff as well as two kids, who may be anything from overexcited to downright surly to nearly asleep, depending on the circumstances. We do our best to get them secured in their seats, keep them quiet and occupied until they drop off to sleep (if they do), and to prevent them from disrupting others if they don’t. We also have the usual complement of other travel-related worries and anxieties. The whole time, my blood pressure is up because I really don’t want anyone else’s peace and quiet and comfort impinged on. But you know something – kids are human beings, and they’re individuals. You can’t always predict in advance what they’re going to do, and you can’t just take the batteries out if they start malfunctioning. If you’re on a flight with me and my kids are disturbing you, you can be damn sure I’m doing everything I possibly can to put an end to the disturbance as quickly as possible. Your snide looks and comments aren’t going to do anything but ratchet my anxiety up another couple of notches, and that’s almost certainly going to be picked up on by my kids and make it even more difficult to restore order. You know what’s most likely to help matters out? Make some human gesture acknowledging that you understand the difficulty of dealing with kids and that you’re sympathetic. Fake it for all you’re worth if you have to, but give me a little room to work and take the pressure off a bit and I’ll probably be able to get things back in order. Hell, you could even say something friendly to the kid and you might distract them from whatever they were doing (or cow them into submission as they go shy on you). Ride me, and I may decide you ought to get a taste of what they can really do.
You know, I really try to be sympathetic and all, but if you substituted the name of just about any ethnic or racial group as the object of the verb “confine” in that sentence, most people here would be outraged. Because it’s parents, however, and because everyone knows how horrible all parents are and that children are evil, it’s OK. Your subsequent comments in this thread are in the same vein. Call me over-sensitive if you like, but I don’t see why I as a parent have to put up with that kind of crap any more than you should have to put up with some toddler kicking the back of your airplane seat. That’s inconvenient and annoying for a couple of hours; your poisoning the wells of public opinion against parents and their children no matter how they actually behave is far more destructive and dangerous, it seems to me.