By Tom Kando
Sometimes
it feels like we have forgotten how to be human.
My
soon-to-be hundred year old mother lives
in Holland by herself.
I go see
her twice a year. The most burdensome aspect
of these intercontinental trips is not the cost, but the extreme fatigue
and discomfort. My
head, joints, muscles
and every other part of my body hurt non-stop during travel and for weeks
afterwards.
But this is not what I mean
to complain about. I love my mother, she is a fantastic person, and I am
blessed that I can still spend quality time with her.
What
I do want to complain about is the attitude I have encountered around me.
Sometimes I get teased about
my
bi-annual
trips to my mother.
There is the insinuation
that I am a mama’s boy; that I am
“hung up” on my mother; that a “real man”
wouldn’t do all of this.
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