Top 3 Ways to Keep Your Kids Entertained in the Airport  

The car will break down, the flight will be delayed, your passport will disappear, your kids will be bored, security staff will be about as friendly as an army officer at a hostile checkpoint… 

And the list goes on. Travelling to the airport will produce a series of paranoid worries in your head that are difficult to escape from. After all, there’s a reason these worries exist – in the hubbub of an international flight hub, a lot of things can go wrong. 

study by CPP has found that a third of people now believe the airport is more stressful than the working week, and one reason for this is the sheer amount of worry that a simple flight from A to B can cause.  

Whether it’s the scrum through security or the battle through crowds to your departure lounge, these are not environments conducive to relaxation.  

All of this is related to a lack of control in these clinical corridors. This feeling of powerlessness is exacerbated if you’re a parent trying to ferry their children through the mad world of aviation scheduling.  

But fret not – we’re here to help you regain some control over your flight paths, and help you get from A to B without blowing your top.  

Take a look at our list of tips and you’ll find making your way through the airport with your family that little bit easier.  

Park privately  

The search for a decent parking spot at an airport is ultimately futile. It’s probably easier to find the holy grail. But, unlike the search for the holy grail, other options are available.  

If you need to bring your car to the airport, we’d recommend you pick a private parking provider. Many are out there, but one of our personal favorites is Looking4.com. This team of parking pros has a number of bases in the US, whether you want to fly from New York, Florida or even Atlanta. And it’s got a site which is easy to navigate.  

Bring a hobby  

Back in the days of the abacus and the ball on string, kids were bored stiff in airports. Flight hubs are notoriously bereft of non-retail-based stimulation and, as such, children will grow restless quicker than usual.  

If you want to stave off boredom, make sure to bring an activity like the Nintendo Switch. It’s a portable console that’ll keep your kids captivated until you reach your destination.  

Get luxurious  

VIP departure lounges might sound like an exorbitant pipedream, but they aren’t as expensive as you might think.  

For your cash, you’ll receive a quiet sitting area that’s loaded with fun activities for kids and adults alike. This is well worth a few extra dollars.  

That’s our list! Can you think of any great tips for someone travelling to the airport with their kids in tow? Then let us know in the comments below.  

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The Strange Thing About Flying Solo as a Dad

November 1, 2011 at 8:30 pm , by 

Eleven months.

I’ve been on so many plane rides in my life that now, anytime a pilot warns “we may experience some turbulence,” I remain unfazed; like in the opening scene of Garden State where Zach Braff’s character blankly stares ahead while everyone else panics.

However, two weeks ago on a flight from Nashville to Detroit to tour the General Motors headquarters, for the first time in my life I actually thought, “What if I die in this plane?” It’s not so much that the pilot faced some serious threat as he maneuvered the aircraft.

More likely, it was the fact that A) the last time I was on a plane was with my wife and son and B) I was overly aware of how if something bad did happen to me, I wouldn’t be able to share my life with them anymore. Therefore, the bumpiness of that hour-long flight had actually spooked me.

Even if it’s a slight cliche to say it (which it is), all my worries had disappeared while up in the air that day. I was able to just focus on what really mattered; not the thought of unpacked boxes in our townhouse, along with a living room ceiling that (at that time) still needed to be repaired.

As I made my way out of the baggage claim area, I looked up at saw a peculiar, yet appropriately serene sign that read: “Religious Reflections Room.” How random. I had to check it out.

The only way to get there was by taking the employee elevator up to the 3rd floor; keeping my GM chauffeur surely waiting at the terminal. I finally made it to the Religious Reflections Room. I slowly opened the door and saw a man bowing and praying over a compass painted on the floor pointing towards Mecca. Chairs lined the room in a horseshoe shape along the walls.

I figured if A) the Detroit airport saw the value in designing a Religious Reflections Room and B) I went through the trouble of finding it, that I should use it for its intended purpose.

So I sat down in the chair closest to the door and reflected religiously (for about 43 seconds) about how I didn’t die on the plane. Maybe it was a tad on the melodramatic side for me to keep thinking about being taken away from my wife and son, but I thanked God for my safe arrival anyway.

It was a pretty weird situation to have flown to a different region of the country without my family; like riding on an empty plane- or at least with dozens of cardboard cutouts instead of real people. Of course, it was just as bizarre to check into my hotel room in downtown Detroit without my wife and son; to try to legitimately fill the space of a king sized bed on my own, sprawling out like a kid making a snow angel.

How odd, to only be accountable to myself. Maybe above all, it simply felt unnatural.

I am no longer an island; I have a helper and a peripheral. Sure, it was nice to have a break from reality for 36 hours; but at least in my head, I sort of felt it was a lot like playing a dull lead character of a story where there is no plot. Sort of like The Hills.