After over 2-months of living with us this summer, Oma finally had to go back home to Flagstaff and now our guest room is strangely empty. Kian still calls out "Oma, Oma" every day, and now its way busier and crazier around here. When Carol was here things got done and Kian was always entertained. Now dishes pile up. Kian doesn't always have a playmate. Things just don't always get done. Something has got to give when there is too much to do and too few people to do it.
Even after all my 3rd world travels where extended families living under one roof was the norm, I wasn't sure that I could actually handle it, but now I'm pretty sure. Its hard at times, no doubt, but once you get over that excessive and unreasonable sense of space and privacy that we Americans have you realize what an amazing gift it is to be so close to family. Its best for the youngest and the oldest of us, and so it must be the selfish middle-aged of us who guards that sense of space.
On Thursday morning after we drove Carol to the airport, Kian and I did some airplane chasing. We found a park near the end of the runway and watched 30-minutes of airplanes taking off as we sat on the warm hood of the car. Kian kept saying, "more airplane", and they did at a rate of almost 2 per minute.
Oma, we miss you, thanks for everything!
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