This week's guest post is by my mom, Barbra (spelled like Streisand) Humphrey. In the context of this blog, she is a "Mama Congo Mama." When Sarah wrote the first in her Moving Abroad series, my mom had what you might call a visceral reaction. For good reason. Johan and I are BOTH only children (I know...crazy) and therefore, Eli and Loulou are the only grandchildren...and in 2011, we decided to move the whole lot to CONGO. In literally one day, my parents went from living 1 mile to 7,000 miles away from our little family. Gulp.
My mom is apparently a remarkably forgiving person, as evidenced by this response - written after 2+ years as a parent/grandparent of expats:
I’m a Mama Congo Mama - Jill’s mom, and Eli and LouLou’s
Omi. It was Sarah’s mom who first referred to us as the “Mama Congo Mamas.” We bonded as we talked about our children who lived so far away. In addition, there are, of course, also 2 Mama Congo Mama-in-laws. The four of us have had a lot
in common for the past 2 ½ years: we all live in or near Harrisonburg, VA, USA
and our children and (wonderful, beautiful) grandchildren live in Kinshasa, DR
Congo, Africa. Who could have imagined this scenario?
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Well, the truth is, I
could have. Oh, I didn’t have the details clearly in mind, but by the time Jill
was in high school I sensed that she would never be satisfied without adventure
and travel. She met fellow students from other countries, had many friends who
had been raised abroad, went to Europe with her school choir, and fell in love with
someone who was more than willing to share in her adventures. And she kept
traveling.
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And so, when one of the Mama Congo posts was entitled “5
Tips for Moving Abroad”, I couldn’t help but think of it from my perspective: the Mama Congo Mama’s perspective. I wrote some thoughts in a comment, but here is my
extended grandparent-version of 5 Tips When Your
Kids Move Abroad:
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1) Let go: they’re
going whether you approve or not. It’s their life, not yours. Share your fears and your sadness and then let
go. Often easier said than done, and it takes time, but it is possible. And
it’s ok to backslide: the ache of missing them envelopes you again, anger
explodes, tears fall, words emerge that you wish you could take back. Just do
your best, and your best will get
better.
2) The hardest part
is the leaving. It was difficult to wave goodbye to Jill and Johan when
they moved to Seattle, WA but that was nothing compared to waving goodbye when
they left for the Congo. Of course, this time grandchildren were involved.
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| Considering the various options for distant and exotic locales. |
The
night before they left, I put the grandkids to bed (Jill and Johan were still
frantically packing their many trunks). As I walked around the room rocking
LouLou to sleep (she was then just a little over a year old), tears ran down my
face in the dark. And I knew then why it is called a “broken heart.” It hurt. Physically
hurt. Terribly. It was almost a relief at the airport the next day when they
disappeared into the elevator on their way to their plane and I didn’t have to
anticipate that moment any longer. Yes,
thank goodness for Skype and email and Facebook!
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| Skyping with another Mama Congo Mama: G-ma! |
It helps, but it doesn’t ever
completely fill the hole left in your heart and your life. No candy-coating
anything here, wish I could. It is what it is, and it is hard.
3) No, really – we’ll
keep your things until you return. My husband and I did it to our parents
and now it’s our turn. The problem is, I’ve become attached to the extra couch
in my living room, the funky dresser in my guestroom, and those gallon glass
jars that now hold my flour. We’ll
talk, Jill….
4) Expect to regret
it. We have no one to blame but ourselves for the fact that our daughter
now lives 7,000 miles away, at least that’s what my husband and I believe. Why
did we take you abroad when you were young? Why did we tell you stories of our
wonderful year spent living in Great Britain? Why did I rescue the book Girls Can Be Anything from the library so you could read it time and time again? ARGHHHH!
We didn’t mean it – we take it all back!!! What were we thinking???
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| Yeah Mom, what were you THINKING giving me this trash to read as a small girl child? |
5) You won’t regret
it. Do you wish they were living next door? Of course! But are you so proud
of them you can’t stand it, and maybe more than a bit envious of their travels?
YES! The good news here is that you get to follow them around the globe, if not
in person sometimes, at least by Skype! Would I ever have considered visiting
the DR Congo if my daughter wasn’t living there? Certainly not! And I would not
have spent many days in Seattle and Olympia, WA, (getting to re-connect with a
dear friend during that time as a bonus), or have taken the opportunity to see
penguins in South Africa.
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| It's possible that my mother hates this picture (Mom, do you hate this picture?), but come on, it's adorable. (And this moment was less "Titanic" and more "Holy crap, the wind on this scenic South African lookout is crazy intense.") |
Most importantly, I wouldn’t have the chance to
anticipate not only their leaving, but their returning: Elias’ beaming face
coming through the customs doors at Dulles and that wonderfully exquisite first
hug.
Ahhhhhhh…. It doesn’t get any better. At least, it doesn’t for this Mama Congo
Mama!
Thanks, Mom!
