Moved my mother and step-dad to Florida a month ago. Actually me, my husband, my son, my step-brother, and his daughter + a “friend” helped load up two trucks so they could drive themselves to Florida. It was a very long 12 hour day of back-breaking work. Or in my case, foot-killing, as I have plantar fasciitis. And an even longer 30+ hours for them with that long drive tacked on at the end.
So for only the second time in my life, I do not live near my mother. I got to tell you it feels a little odd. We aren’t a close-knit family. I have tons of cousins living in the nearby area (within 50 miles). I do not see/talk/hear from any of them. I am not shunning them. They are not shunning me. We just are not close family-wise. And my mother and I are not of the talk everyday type, but I have always known she was nearby. Well, there was that year she spent in Mississippi, but…I don’t really count that because it was one of those flamingly horrific mistakes we don’t talk about much like fight club! (Sorry movie reference)
At the same time that it feels odd, it also feels okay. With social media so prevalent (aka I am blogging!) my mother and I still are in touch with each other, even if that “in touch” means we troll facebook, twitter (or my blog! hint hint) for information. Is that the same as seeing each other face-to-face? No, but I don’t feel the need to be present all the time and I know she does not either. She is a you-come-to-me type homebody. Not a bad thing, just means the visits were longer if I went to her house than if she came to mine.
My generation is luckier than the generations that came before. We can be long distances away from our family and still be able to reach out and connect. Social media, cell phones, skype, apple’s facetime are all ways we can ignore distances and nurture relationships.
I am so glad to be living in this century.