One Wild Journey, One Crazy Couple, One Life to Live
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so I am dedicating this post to my mom.
If I could have chosen a mom from the mom store, I couldn’t have chosen better than the one I have. My mother and I are very similar. I inherited her creativity, and her passion for adventure and travel. From the time I can remember, mom had my sister and I shoved in the back of a car, in a trailer, on a plane, train, or in any other mode of travel. It is from her that I live by the idea that ‘it is not the destination, but the journey’. She would love to join us on the Kabul to Cork trip. As it is, she will most likely meet us somewhere along the way. She always has.
My first posting overseas was to a small village of about eighteen houses in Honduras. She came and stayed with me; cooking dinner on an open fire and sweeping the floors with straw. She has joined me in just about every country since – including Afghanistan.
When I first told people here that my mother was coming to visit, the reaction was disbelief, then it was envy. Everyone I know would love for family and friends to experience, first-hand, the life we live in Afghanistan and the work we do. Most people’s friends and family, however, would never think of coming. Not only did my mother come, but she stayed for two months. She volunteered at a local orphanage, taught English at our NGO and traveled to more places than most people who live here have ever been. Finally I was able to shove her into various modes of transport, including armoured vehicles and helicopters.
I always try to send cards or flowers on Mother’s Day as I am rarely at home for the occasion. It’s not the same as being there. My mother is a busy woman. She sings, plays golf, volunteers, travels, dances, entertains, and keeps a beautiful (and somewhat chaotic) home. I too am very busy, so time can slip by without either of us realizing how long I have been away, especially when she and I Skype just about every day; but, on Mother’s Day, I miss her.
It is on Mother’s Day that I think about how lucky I am to have been influenced from the start by someone for whom I have so much respect and aspire to emulate. I am thankful that I was fortunate enough to be guided by someone caring, thoughtful, and strong and that I have been able to assume a fraction of her amazing qualities. She dedicated her life to my sister and I and flowers on Mother’s Day just don’t compensate for the sacrifices she has made. All I can say is THANK YOU MOM – thank you for giving me the world and so much more.
I love you
Happy Mother’s Day.