Friday, June 18, 2010
potato peelers and christmas carols
"Richie," I called into the other room. "What do you miss most about home?" I was about to clarify that I meant "other than people" but I didn't get the chance. "My X-box". Pressing him for more was fruitless. He said that living right next to the beach made up for everything else he could possibly miss about life in the States. Even when I tried baiting him with the things that seem to bother him most here - like the fact that only our living room is heated, not the bedrooms or bathroom. No, even then, he stood firm. And I realized that it actually doesn't even bother me that much now either - in fact, it sort of seems very sensible. Admittedly, I have had to retrain myself not get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, but it's now a matter of course.
Maria came charging through the kitchen so I asked her what she misses most about Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania represents the entire United States of America in conversation with Maria - it alone is bigger than she can wrap her 3 year old mind around. "I don't miss anything." I didn't believe her. I asked her to think really hard. I may even have thrown out some suggestions. No. She missed none of it. Finally, "I miss my Christmas songs." She was referring to a homemade CD of Christmas carols that we have been listening to in the car year-round since the Christmas before her second birthday. These, unfortunately, were "forgotten" when we got rid of our car.
How can it be that no one but me has these moments of sheer longing for the simple daily accoutrements of our old life? Things like child car seats that might actually protect a child in a crash. or clothes dryers. or soap that makes you feel clean.
And then at last, my Richard remembered that there was something that he missed wildly from the States. Something he missed so much, that he was going to write it down and ask his parents to send a care package. And that something was.... Pop Tarts.