My kids love America. Of course they do. They get thoroughly spoiled every time they go there, no matter the season. If it's not snowmen and sledding, it's Sea-Doo's and sandcastles. If it's not Christmas trees and cut-out cookies, it's Captain Sundae and Craig's Cruisers.
I love America, too. And I admit, most of the things I miss about America are related to pleasure. But today I realized that's not all that I miss.
Yes, I miss the good and the fun and the happy and the convenient. But I also wish I could be there when things are not so pretty.
I wish I could be there when my sister suffers yet another loss and has the delicate film that was just beginning to form over so recent a wound torn open.
I wish I could be there when she has to buy the groceries for the first Christmas Eve fondue without Mom.
I wish I could have celebrated my cousin's graduation from college with her, or do something to help her estranged bipolar mother who has been subpoenaed to court for disturbing the peace.
I wish I could visit my grandma in person instead of hearing written reports from my uncle about her well-being, or lack thereof.
Sure, I enjoy the glamor of America. But I actually long to be there for the crap.
Me too. :-)
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