It is nearly midnight. The alarm sounds in just 3.5 hours. I cannot sleep. Excitement, yes. But something more. As I laid in bed, my mind started going. The last time I traveled out of the country, it was in 2003. I was catching an early morning flight to Minneapolis. There my mom, sisters and I would travel to Holland. It was my mom's dream. For 8 days, we laughed and shopped and admired tulips. We visited the town where my ancestors were born and raised. It was truly amazing.
Tomorrow, I travel again. It is an early morning flight. This time to Paris. Never a dream to visit, but the opportunity arose and we grasped it with both hands. It will be amazing. But it will be different. I will see it with my husband this time. An experience we will share for the rest of our life together.
Yet, inside, I miss my mom. I am sentimental, sometimes overly so. It feels strange to be doing this without her . Not that she would go, but that she would revel in my opportunity. She would want to hear every detail, see every photo. She would travel through me. I cannot share this with her. Yet she still goes. She travels within me. The piece of her that is me will see every raindrop as part of a rainbow, view every brush stroke as a masterpiece, note every detail as the part of a greater plan. That comforts me. She is me and I am her. And together we travel this world. Enjoy Paris, Mom. I know I will.
3 comments:
Have a fantastic trip with hubs, Juanita! Post some pics when you can. I know it won't be the same without sharing it with her- but what an experience for you as a couple. Bon Voyage!!
Have a really wonderful trip! And may your Mom be with you the whole way, enjoying and marveling and giggling. =)
I hope Paris hasn't swallowed you whole. I am looking forward to hearing from you again.
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