In November 2016 my mom came to visit us after 4 years, and this time she stayed for nearly six months. For an expat who rarely gets to see their parents, it was a blissful time. I couldn’t support my mom through some difficult times in our family, and the change in her was obvious from the very first days of her visit. Though cheerful and optimistic as ever, she’s become much quieter and less outgoing. For the first time in my life I felt it’s my turn to give her inner strength instead of asking for emotional comfort. And so I did, but perhaps was not so successful.
My kids were overjoyed to see their mythical granny who used to show up only on the computer screen 🙂 Ares has never seen her in real life, and Alexandra was only 4 months old when she visited last time, so it’s pretty much the same. Adriana remembered her very well and engaged her in all the possible games she could think of 🙂
During her previous visits my mom spent most of the time helping me in baby care (I had three babies in 5 years, so you can imagine). We couldn’t go far with an infant, so the geography of our explorations was limited to the gardens and parks of Mumbai. Only once we managed to take her to Lonavla. This time, however, we had a chance to show her a bit of India beyond Mumbai. We used to leave the kids with their father and grandfather and make a one day trip to Old Goa, Ahmedabad, Hyderabad – all those cities I have been blogging about over here. With the kids, we explored even more of Mumbai – the zoo, aquarium, museums, cafes, most of the landmarks.
My mom pointed out lots of positive changes in India we failed to notice since her last visit. The streets have become much cleaner, almost all the sidewalk gutters are closed, and to her great relief, there are no more rats 🙂 At least in the area where we live. As usual, she was fascinated by the kindness and friendliness of the people. One of her brightest impressions – an auto rickshaw driver jumping out of his vehicle and rushing to help someone who fell off the bike. Also, she found all the policemen extremely helpful, friendly and polite. I know, it’s supposed to be a norm, and even in our country things are changing for better where the police is concerned, but not so long ago a rude and corrupt policeman in Ukraine was not something out of ordinary.
Anyway, I’ve selected lots of pictures to illustrate the story of my mom’s visit, and I hope you’ll enjoy them!
Miss you, mom, and can’t wait for the upcoming adventures 🙂