It has been 151 days since I’ve gotten to hug my parents.
And homesickness has finally struck.
I’m not homesick in a way where I want to be home by any means. Honestly, I don’t know if you can really call what I am feeling homesick.
Actually I don’t really miss home . . . let me back track my thought process a bit.
Today is my mom’s 50th birthday, THE BIG 5-0, woah!
The Ganci Trio loves the Big Birthdays, we go all out over the top to make it special. And this year two of the “big ones” are being celebrated apart. Turning 25 without my partners in celebration was hard enough but, waking up today with the reality that my mom’s 50th still happens without me there really struck an emotional cord inside me making me wish teleportation was actually a thing.
(But really how great of a birthday can it be if I’m not there? ;-p)
If teleportation were a thing I would have been able to jump on her bed at midnight with the puppies singing silly remakes of happy birthday!
If teleportation were a thing I would have been able to spend the whole day making her laugh till she piddled with jokes about her being over the hill now.
If teleportation were a thing I would have been able to kidnap her from work to spend the day pampering her with getting our nails done and going for massages.
If teleportation were a thing I would have been able to take a bike ride with her down A1A and make justifiable excuses to stop more than once for chocolate ice-cream since its her birthday and we would technically be working out.
If teleportation were a thing I would have been able to hug her so tight and give her 50 birthday kisses to remind her how loved and appreciated she is.
But teleportation is not a thing and I am almost 6,000 miles away from her today.
Yet, I am still filled with joy.
I have incredible parents who knew I would be away during what in our book is considered important family events and still they encouraged me to go. I have parents that without truly knowing it were helping me live out biblical principles of putting the Kingdom above my own wants and desires. Parents that so selflessly sacrificed their personal comforts in order for me to pursue the Lord’s calling to the mission field.
So yes, on a day like today I wish I could give them a hug. But, can I call that homesickness?
Possibly if I was constantly being made to feel like I am missing out on something back home or infamously jewish guilted about not being there today … that is not my reality though. Instead I am encouraged by them to continue pouring all of myself out to the ministries were partnered with each month. When we are fortunate enough to get time to FaceTime I am never made to feel like I am not a part of family decisions or like I have been removed for the past 151 days.
Teleportation is not a thing but, I have the next best thing . . . parents that make time and distance feel like nothing!
Happy Birthday Momma Bear, I love you!
