Family Closeness: How Do You Bridge Two Continents?

Six. Weeks. My in-laws visited for six weeks!

 

My two reactions:

1) Yay! I’ll have extra help and I can, thank you God, actually leave the house without a kid and an infant. Which equals freedom to write, freedom to visit friends, freedom to go grocery shopping without a million requests for snacks or toys.

2) Oh. That means I’m in charge of anticipating and fulfilling the needs of two extra people. And I don’t want to take advantage of them by leaving them with the kids too much. Okay, now I’m stressed.

So I oscillated back and forth between these two viewpoints, but for the most part existed somewhere in a balanced place.

Long visits like that aren’t really common in the US of A, but when you have an international family (and traveling between opposite sides of the world takes 36 hours PLUS plane tickets cost thousands of dollars) they are necessary. When I visited my sister in Australia, we visited for five weeks, with a two-week jaunt to Malaysia and Bali. Whenever we visit Malaysia, we go for three weeks because that’s the max vacation time Sudhagar can get.

So what do you do for six weeks to keep the entire family happy?

Amah and Ayah (Telegu for Mom and Dad) never visited America, so we decided to show them our home state of Missouri, exploring:

 

Above: Columbia–The Quad at University of Missouri

 

Above: Kansas City–Union Station

 

Above: Saint Louis–Botanical Gardens

What really occurred during these six weeks is we got to connect as a family: laughing, playing, loving, talking, crying (when we said our good-byes). And we don’t get to do that on the same continent very often. Overall, it was a good trip.

 

Now the house is very quiet. Ari cries from separation anxiety whenever I leave the room because she’s used to two extra sets of arms to hold her. Xavier starts Kindergarten next week and he’ll have to tell Mama and Thathaya (Grandma and Grandpa) about his five-year-old adventures via Skype. Sudhagar and I have been inundated with housework, because–as Joni Mitchell says–you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone.

We miss you guys. We love you guys. Until next time, we’ll Skype.


Camille Faye | Author of Voodoo Butterfly

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*Originally posted on The Literary Ladies Blog

*Photos courtesy of Nic Walker from Flickr Creative Commons