Opa invited us to have lunch with them yesterday. The menu: Sauerkraut with boiled pork and spareribs with a side dish of mashed potatoes. He knows we love to eat this German specialty; and of course I immediately said yes.
Food, as always, is good. Even the kids had at least three servings each, I did, too! And yes, this year, I resolved to visit oma and opa at least once a week, with the kids or not. It is a part of my health regiment, to walk the long way home; plus I also wanted to spend time with them.
You see, my parents are 8,000 miles away from me. And I could hear the longing whenever I talk to them over the phone; that longing is both ways, mind you. More times than not, I could also hear myself longing for them. Since I have my in laws here with me, I am curving that longing for home by finding someone to share some comfort time with. I think I am right in target, right?
Anyway, what made that visit extraordinary was a glimpse of MC's sensitive thoughts. After washing the dishes with opa while the oma played with the girls; opa declared that he's going to check his vegetable and fruit garden in the mountain. Now that day was windy and cold and there were frozen ice on the road.
MC insisted on watching the opa while he dressed up. And then she came to me seemingly disturbed. I immediately asked her what's wrong; she simply shook her head with tears on her eyes. And then opa came showing off his newly bought snow boots and said his goodbyes.
That was when I realized what's wrong: She was worried that opa would be driving his motorbike up in the mountain (he does that in summer) when it is too slippery outside. She was almost crying when I reassured her that opa would not be driving. I pushed her to look outside, where opa had his walking stick and a basket, waving goodbye, on his way up the mountain.
Oh, my MC. She explained to me that she knows it is dangerous when opa drives with his motorbike up in the mountain in winter. I told her that opa knows that, too. I am sure the opa would appreciate her concern. And I am am so proud of her for having that kind of sensitivity at such a young age.
So I guess, I had better bring the kids with me everytime I visit oma and opa. They needed that kind of loving.