Just as I started high school, my family moved to Mallorca, Spain. For four years I attended the American School of Mallorca and I lived at home, but a high percentage of the students were boarders.
|Many of my friends lived in the rooms in this building at the American School of Mallorca.|
My family would often invite some of the boarding students over for dinner or the weekend. My mom and dad were generous with help, parental advice, or support for these kids when it was needed. My parentstold me that they liked doing things for my friends, because "someday our children will be far from us, and we'd like to think that if we do these things now, other people will be supportive when and if one of you needs help." That conversation is one that I have never forgotten.
|On weekday mornings it was usually just my three sisters and I walking to school from our house, but after school or on weekends we were frequently accompanied by friends.|
Unfortunately, a fun afternoon of sledding during that visit ended with me having a badly broken leg. I will be forever grateful to my friend's mother, for helping me to navigate the hospital system and return to college. This was long before International communications were as easy as they are now. I was acutely aware of how far I was from my own parents, and I would have felt quite helpless without her assistance.
|This is me, during the 3 days I was hospitalized for my broken leg in Pittsburgh.|
I just read a beautifully written article by Julianne Palumbo that prompted these thoughts and memories. Having played the role of both the mother and the daughter in this story, it spoke to me on many levels. I shed a tear while reading it, and I suspect that you will too. Just click on this link to read her article:
Daughter, Near and Far by Julianne Palumbo
News about guns; unsettled weather patterns; terrorist acts; and the testing of new hydrogen bombs, as well as worries about accidents; stressful moments and all the small daily challenges of life can weigh heavily on a distant parent's mind.
Thank goodness for all the mothers (and fathers) who have each other's backs.
Do you have a memory of a time when a parent besides your own really helped you out?
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