Last week I told my son to help me clean up quickly so we could eat and head to Aunty Iman’s house. He excitedly said “Yesss Mama then I can see Yusuf at Iman’s House!!” and did a little happy dance. This broke my heart. Why you may ask… Well, he has 2 Aunty Imans. One is my sister who lives in London, the UK about 5500 miles away, and one is my sister-in-law who is walking distance away. Does the broken heart make more sense now? To make it even more sad, a few days later Yusuf said something similar about seeing my daughter and asking his mom to bring him to our house so he could play!
Being a mother who lives on another continent between 11-24 hour flights away from immediately family is extremely hard. Some days are easier than others, but most times it’s very tough. I didn’t really understand how hard it could be until I had one child, and then another child. There is so much value in having your family around. Having them grow up getting to know their grandparents and aunts, uncles and cousins.