A positive pregnancy test was the beginning of all life change for our family. Our first child was nearing two and had chalked up more frequent flyer miles, if possible, than the average adult.
I had thought we would be the sophisticated family that flew to visit people…it was fun; it was cultural to be able to explore new areas….we were doing our kids quite a service! Then I had the joy of having a couple terrible flights- when people are offering things for your kid who’s crying and you cannot console him (when he’s been the best travelers in the past) and you’re thirty weeks pregnant, rosy lenses fade fast.
Then came the flight that changed it all…flying with two alone wasn’t as bad as I imagined, though still not delightful; it wasn’t the “educational opportunity” I had romanticized.
What’s worse, my Gramps was in an auto accident the day I flew out….the straw (imagine huge straw) that broke the camels back.
Reality came crashing down.
Why is it we’re living so far away from our family? Why is geography trumping these important people (who will never move to our awesome place)?
Disclaimer: Everyone must follow their own life journey…this may not mean you live by family. These pieces are not a value statement about the lives and choices of other rather a reflection of a personal journey.