April 27, 2011, I became a mother.

Glen Charles Scheirer is now over six months old, and I am approaching my 2-year anniversary of my Discovery Flight — the flight that set in motion my plans of becoming a pilot. Initially, I had thought that keeping up my pilot training would be achievable, if not a piece of cake. I envisioned myself running out to the airport with baby in tow, perhaps buying a small baby head-set, and soloing before he could walk. This has not proved as easy as I had thought. In fact, it has been pretty daunting.
I have some quotes saved in a folder, and upon sifting through them one day, found the following from Eric Hoffer.
“Our achievements speak for themselves. What we have to keep track of are our failures, discouragements, and doubts. We tend to forget the past difficulties, the many false starts, and the painful groping. We see our past achievements as the end result of a clean forward thrust, and our present difficulties as signs of decline and decay.”
~ Eric Hoffer
I suppose it’s indicative of my generation that I believe I can achieve everything through some combination of brilliance, stamina, and good fortune. Rather than the notion of perseverance and pluck that might have shaped previous generations. Mark Zuckerberg vs. Milton Hershey, if you will.
So, I’ve decided to start back up, if perhaps with more modesty.
And, for the record, I have taken the newest Scheirer out to the plane. . .
and he seemed quite intrigued.
