The alarm went off at 3:00 AM and I stood sipping coffee in the cool back patio of my sister’s home while my Amma sat on the recliner inside listening intently to the radio online. She made a picture. Her eyes narrowed in focus, her glasses perched midway on her nose. Her coffee cup sat to the side. Watching her through the glass provided perspective. We are not a physically demonstrative family. We don’t do war whoops of joy on momentous occasions. We smile, nod our heads and go our ways.
But we wake up when it counts, show support silently, tune in to the radio at 4:00 AM, read comments on shared pieces and quietly feel proud.
The interview call came in 10 mins past the time I was told. I paced the tiny patio, blowing into my thumbs, practising deep breathing and thinking happy thoughts. The trees swayed in the mild breeze. I felt calm. Zen.
For twenty minutes I participated in a conversation that made me think, process what was said and then reply. I held on to the phone long past the interview just savoring the moment. I walked inside feeling good.
My amma and I traded glances and I walked upstairs feeling gratitude for everything.