The past few months have been a whirlwind of various members of the family coming for a visit. And it has been wonderful!
Mom was here from Japan (for two whole weeks!):
Nana, a retired elementary school principal, was visiting from Boston:
Not only did I benefit from having an extra set of hands around (the lawn got reseeded, clothes got sewn, dishes got washed, meals got cooked) but Mayumi flourished under their attention and loving care. Every night I would get into bed and feel so thankful and I would ask Mr. Q "Why do we move away from our families?"
Seriously, why do we? Why do my best friends (aka my sisters) live on the other side of the country and my mom on the other side of the world? Why does it take us 9 hours to drive to see my in-laws?
I don't think we were intended to live all by ourselves in our little family units. Yes, we have found a wonderful community here full of loving, supportive friends and neighbors, but nothing compares to the helping, kind hands of a grandparent, or the bedtime stories told by a favorite Auntie, or playing with your cousins. Am I the only one who wants to live next-door to my entire family on some sort of farm compound?
I used to be a bit critical of those high school friends of mine who never left the town they grew up in and lived down the street from their parents (sorry, so sorry!). I was destined for cosmopolitan adventures. And apparently a lot of loneliness and frustration, I suppose. I envy those of you whose parents are a regular part of your children's lives. If we can make it happen one of these days, we will.