I remember when my mom came to visit. We had been living in Toronto for a number of years and had already returned to South Africa for a holiday. My mom wanted to see where we were living and the environment we had moved into. She wished to experience a little the life that we were leading.
She arrived during the Fall in mid-August. We went to fetch her from the airport and it was a wonderful sight to see her walk through the sliding doors. She looked tired from the trip but she still had a little more to travel: the trains and buses that we took to get to and from the airport. Settling her in our home was a pleasure and we spoilt her a little with some Canadian tastes for a meal.
Throughout her trip I got her things to taste – some she liked and others she did not. Using the day pass during the weekends, I took her to museums (sometimes with the company of my girls, other times not). While I was working, she enjoyed walking around our neighbourhood visiting the shops and exploring the streets. On the day she left, I took her to experience the Santa Parade. How lucky she was to see it on a warm, balmy day: no hats and heavy coats were needed. After the parade, we went home to eat the lunch my husband had prepared. After our meal, we all took her to the airport (by public transport) to catch her plane ad to say goodbye.
I loved having my mom visit, and enjoyed the time spent with her. And my mom? She enjoyed seeing where I was was living. Now when I speak to her of the school or the supermarkets, she can see the place in her mind’s eye and feel more connected to the conversation.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt is: visit)