Secretly, I tease my husband for being a Mama’s boy. On his last vacation home he went to see her every day! I don’t mind so much as long as he doesn’t drag me with him and he usually brings back food so I’m cool with that too. This is such a strange thing for me because I go years without seeing mine. But that is not unusual for a North American family either.
My mom lives on a small island in the Caribbean. She lives alone. We chat on the Internet almost every day. In fact, she has flown back to Canada this week and I am already missing her in my daily life. She might not know it, but she keeps me afloat out here in Italy. She is the one person who knows me best and isn’t afraid to tell me the truth.
Ten years ago I couldn’t imagine chatting with my mom every day. What the heck would we have to say to each other? It turns out, quite a lot. I may be married but eighty percent of my time I’m alone, just like her, living in a sea of strangers. People come and go and sometimes the days just roll on forever. Meals are cooked and half-eaten. You cook a big pot of something and still find yourself eating the same stew five days later. You bring cookies to the neighbors just because you were craving home made cookies and know you will be sick if you eat them all yourself.
My mom is probably the person I take the most for granted too. I keep putting off vacations to visit her and think maybe next year knowing deep inside that’s not fair. I’ve been living in Italy for five years now. My sister is the first family member to come visit me (she will be here next week!) I understand. Life has a way of taking over. First she moved houses, then put a pool in, then needed to fix some water pipe in her front yard. I get it…but in some ways I don’t. How am I less important than a pool and leaky pipe? It’s simple. I’m not. But life has a way of running us at full speed and then when we catch our breath, if we are lucky, we can make plans and follow through.
My sister has jumped through hoops to get here…we are on the home stretch. And our plans have already been somewhat foiled by my husband’s company who promised him the time off then reneged on their promise. We tried to reschedule but it was too late. So forward march we go.
Life is full of ups and downs. Obstacles and challenges. I can’t wait for my sister to get here. I miss her. I also miss my mom and think that it’s high time I bought a plane ticket to Nevis! So whatta ya say Mom? Do you feel like having a Caribbean Christmas with your baby girl? I hear you can cook a mean lobster 🙂