I could tell my mom felt out of her element when she first arrived. But then I heard a Mexican man greet her on the street, I heard her reflexive reply of “hola”, and I saw the small smile that appeared on her face. I knew she was feeling what I feel when I travel internationally: triumph. Triumph at figuring it out, at being able to learn one more thing, at feeling self-sufficient... triumph at discovering the magic trick.
Tag: mother-daughter travel
Living After Loss: A Tradition of Traveling with My Widowed Mother
For everyone out there who is navigating circumstances they did not expect, I applaud you. Keep living, keep smiling, keep hoping.
