SINCE I WAS a child I’ve always been fairly carefree, not a worry in the world. As an adult and mother I’ve unapologetically moved myself and my three kids halfway around the world from Michigan to Patagonia.
But one thing that has come up that I’ve needed to make amends with recently: Feeling like I’m abandoning my (self-imposed) responsibilities when it comes to taking care of my aging parents back in the states. While I keep up on Skype and Facebook on an almost daily basis, it’s my sister and brother who are there when my dad had to be admitted to the hospital for not keeping his diabetes in check. It’s them who bring my parents where they need to go when their car is in the shop.