Technology makes it much easier to keep up communication with loved ones back home. Through Vonage, Todd can call me for free. With Skype we can even see one another when we talk. And email allows us to share information instantaneously around the world.
Sometimes the technology has been just what we needed to boost our spirits. For example, the day that their dad left for home, the kids were feeling sad and homesick. That night, we Skyped with both of their classes back home and their spirits soared. They saw the faces of friends. They heard the encouragement of other kiddos reminding them what a special journey they were taking.
Other times such close connection with home reminds us more of what we are missing. Last night Carson and I Skyped home and we took a tour of the house with Todd. We saw our bedrooms. The kitchen. The flowers blooming out in the garden a month ahead of schedule. Carson saw his toys on his shelves and the new shelving that his dad had hung in his room. While it was comforting to see home, it made us long for it. We saw things we had forgotten about. I longed to curl up in my corner chair and watch the rain outside the window. Carson wanted to dive into the Lego sets he could see on his shelf. We looked at each other and said, “Home.” “I miss it,” said Carson. Me too. Reminds me of that Paul Simon song. “Home. Where my thoughts escape me. Home. Where my love lies waiting silently for me.” Ah the melodrama of homesickness.