The call came during choir practice. The triumvirate had arrived safely at the hotel in Columbus and were happily eating dinner. The girls had convinced Mom to try a bite of steak and even a few forksful of chocolate cake! That's better than she has done in days.
Traveling yourself is demanding, but waiting to hear how someone you love is doing on a trip can be nerve wracking. I often wonder how people managed in days when communications were not what they are today.
When my kids were younger, I remember the evening newscaster asking "It's eleven o'clock. Do you know where your children are?" This naturally brought out all the sarcastic comments like 'not born yet' and such silliness. But I did always know where they were and the answer invariably was - 'in bed sleeping.'
Nowadays, just about anytime, anywhere I can text my kids and get an update on their whereabouts. Even if they were overseas, which thankfully they are not. Mom doesn't have a cell phone. She tried one once and didn't care for it. Too hard to figure out and too difficult to hear. So I can only keep track through my sisters, and they don't text really. Not like my kids do.
I used to be able to connect with Mom through email, but lately she is not up to checking in. I guess I will just have to be patient and revert to the old fashioned way of trusting that everything is OK unless I hear otherwise. And being patient. And praying. Tomorrow I have every reason to think they will safely arrive in Tennessee, safe and sound, QE2 and all.
So I continue to hold down the home front while Mom is traveling, and trust her guardian angels to surround her with protection and give her strength. All will be well.
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