After six months of having Amma over every weekend, six months of telephone calls every three hours, Amma leaves to India today. As I stood at the door waving Bye I was filled with sadness, concern, anxiety and a sense of responsibility. You see, this is the first time Amma is traveling by herself. It is the beginning of many firsts. I know she has her list of instructions safely folded in her purse, her passport safely tucked within easy reach. However well prepared I know she is, I will spend the next 30 hours anxiously waiting to hear of her safe arrival home.
I am not really sure when the roles reversed. My worrying for her rather than the other way around. She looks small and lost in the airport crowd. My heart goes out to her. I wish Appa had been here, to hold her elbow and lead the way. To give her the security and confidence she craves. To feel un-alone.
I sit here thinking of you Amma and hoping and praying your flight home is uneventful. I love you.