Mom comes to visit


My mom recently came to visit me for a little over a week, and suddenly I started to see Germany in color. Even though it was freezing most of the time she was here, the snowfall was gentle and we saw the sun more days than not. We traveled to other cities, saw more Christmas markets than anyone needs to see, and had enough German food to last us all through 2013. There’s something great about traveling with a family member. Any bit of a family team, even if it’s only two members strong, has a shield around them when traveling. A family, unlike me by myself, evokes respect and compassion from strangers. I was proud to travel around with my mom. I’m proud to be her daughter. I even introduced her to the waiter at my favorite Indian eatery joyfully, “This is my mother!” As if I thought that now there appeared a missing puzzle piece for him, a glimpse into the person who I really am. Now that she’s gone, things feel lonely and cold again, and I realize what a wonderful sense of purpose being part of a family provides.


About Sambablogger

I am a scientist and writer based in Australia. Outside of my research I spend a lot of time cooking, dancing, working out, and reading. Also I really enjoy sitting with my fiance at a pub on a sunny day with a cold beer fresh from the tap. I'm an ambitious person. I love learning new skills and taking in all life has to offer, but I'm also trying to learn to observe better. This blog is mostly a product of that process.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s