One of my favorite books as a little girl was Silver Wings for Vicki. I have lost track of how many times I read it, but let’s just say that I read it enough times to still remember all the details about Vicki Barr, her very handsome pilot lover Dean Fletcher, the mysterious Burton and Burton and the ostrich briefcases.
It was not so much Vicki’s mystery solving abilities that captured me as her fabulous escape from the predictable life at home to an exciting career in which she got to fly all around the world and look gorgeous at that.
Freedom and beauty. Two of the most desirable, most unattainable things for me then, and always the keywords in my life.
I have to admit that I feel a little resentful towards my mom, who knew about my high-flying dreams but not even once supported me in pursuing them but quickly brought me down by explaining that jobs like that weren’t for me. I wasn’t healthy enough to be a flight attendant, I wasn’t strong enough to be a hairdresser. Instead of making me feel like I could do anything, she taught me that those careers were out of my league and that I better choose a “real” job.
Today I can’t really understand how I could let a dejected housewife set the standards for my life and give me career advice.
I have come a long way and have taught myself those things I wish I had known fifteen years ago already. It has been a rough ride, but I hope that I am able to pass along what I have learned to my son, so that he believes in himself and follows his heart.
I want to help him pursue his dreams, however unrealistic they may seem at first glance.
I want to help him find out how to become whatever he wants to be. I want to support him without taking over.
I want him to know deep inside that it can be done. If you can dream it you can do it.
I will likely never work for an airline, but I did become a hairdresser and heaven knows I love to fly and try to do so as much as I possibly can. I love the energy in airports, the endless possibilities, and I love the incomparable sense of freedom up in the air, high above the clouds where the sun always shines from a deep blue sky.
It’s just a shame my husband is so terribly afraid of flying, but I won’t give in to fear and let it rule our lives and stop us from flying high. I just have to find a cure so that we can go up, up and away.