On Wednesday my mother is coming to spend five days with us. She is coming stateside to visit my sister’s new baby and she’s detouring our way to spend some quality time with C.
When she came to visit when C was born, my sisters came out too, and while it was an awsome week, it was a little crazy and busy. In March when we went to Paris we didn’t have a lot of time to play and just hang out with her. This week will be a lot more relaxed and I’m looking forward to the quality time we will all be enjoying.
It’s hard to live so far. I talk to her often, but it’s just not the same. France is so different it could be on a different planet. When I lived with my mother she always knew when something was up. I swear it was like my face was an open book that only she could read. Now that our conversations are limited to the phone and the Internet she doesn’t know everything about me any more, and while I wish I could bare all, sometimes it’s just not possible. Something of medeocre importance could be blown out of proportion over the phone. Other things can’t be discussed on a phone while I’m at work. Because of this many things go unmentioned.
It’s hard to live so far. I can’t always convey C’s cuteness over the phone. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a visit is priceless. It makes me sad that C doesn’t get to have this grandmother in her daily life. My mother is such an intense, fun person to be with. I know that she and C would be the best of friends, if only they could see each other more often.
But the distance is real, and it is far so our only option is to squeeze as much fun, hugs and love as can possibly be squeezed into five short days and hopefully build enough memories to keep us going until the next visit.