I’ve just dropped my mum off at the airport. It looked like a casual drop off. I do it quite often in the year. Going to airport and saying bye to my mum is like a monthly trip to Smyths (toy shop)- nothing really special. Luckily, my mum visits us few times a year, plus sometimes my dad joins her. Besides that, my mum-in-law flies whenever she can. Overall, welcomes and goodbyes at the airport aren’t extraordinary or deeply emotional for us. I’m really happy we feel like that because it means our goodbye is never for long ๐Ÿ™‚ However, something has happened today…

After dropping my mum off, I suddenly started crying uncontrollably. I just couldn’t stop. I was shocked what was happening to me. My crying was so intense it was dangerous for me to drive. I had to stop on the hard shoulder of the motorway, hit myself on the face and pull myself together to reach home safe and sound. I managed to drive only on the slow lane, because tears kept coming on and off.

I don’t really know what triggered it. Well…let’s think… perhaps I know. But why now? Why so suddenly and so intensely? Maybe because that morning, I’ve learnt my neighbour’s sister died of cancer two weeks ago at the age of 62. Maybe because I’ve realised I cannot take anything for granted. Maybe because I’m not so strong anymore. Maybe because the reality hit me hard and in the seconds I’ve realised my parents are getting older and older. Maybe because I got really scared that … I will not see them soon or … I will not see them again… never.

(break for crying……….ย  )

Ufff….so… Living abroad is not easy. There are great pros and even greater cons. I have always thought we had planned our life very nicely. Although we live quite far from our parents, we will be always there for them and we will see each other often. We have discussed lots of possible situations. I mean, what we are going to do e.g. when my dad/mum falls ill, when my husband’s parents fall ill, even when one of our parents dies. Technically and practically, we have prepared ourselves for any scenario. I just forgot to consider emotional side in all those situations…

Today, in a split second I’ve realised I live in a constant fear. It’s not even fear of losing someone. I’m afraid of not being able to be there, when they need me. Not being able to say those last few words. Not being able to say the final goodbye. Not being able to be there on time. Not being able to help, to support, to do something. Oh shit, what am I writing? What a dark thoughts.

Well… even if something happens, what will I do in fact? Will I be able to put emotions on side and help? Will I be strong enough for my son? Will I be the one who supports others and the one who needs support?

Parents were always there for me. They literally sacrificed their whole life for me. They have always supported me. They were awake every night I was not well. They didn’t care about anything else, I was their priority in life. So…. Can I ‘repay’ them when they need me? Of course, the relation between parents and children it’s not about repaying, but now I’m asking myself what I can really do for them. Maybe I still demand things and I don’t offer back enough…..

I had few discussions with my mum in the last 2-3 weeks about our next few visits- who is flying to whom, when and for how long. I got literally angry when mum said: “Listen, we are getting older and older every year, we won’t be able to fly as often as in the previous years”. I couldn’t believe what she said. I thought she has said that in some kind of anger. No no…. I understand now. They just don’t have the same power as few years ago. Both of them struggle with their own illnesses. They have lots of check-ups, appointments, hospital visits booked. Packing, planning, driving to airport, all airport checks- it’s all quite stressful for elder people. I am aware of that. It’s just…. I’m not ready to see them less. However, it’s not even about me anymore- it’s more about our Fabian now. He is missing his both grandmothers and both grandfathers a lot. Last night, he woke up after mignight and went to sleep with my mum, because he knew she will be travelling in the morning to grandpa in Poland. He just wanted to spent the last few hours with her…. ehhh. The same feelings are from grandparents’ side. They all are dying to see him, be with him or just spend as much time as possible with him. I promise here I will do my best in life, to make them see our Fabian as often as possible. So far, our son has 4 grandparents. I want this to stay like that forever, forever!!!!!

On top of that, our parents like to hide things, especially those related to their health. Can you imagine my mum didn’t tell me for two weeks (!!!) she had broken her hand. I found out by accident. She had to travel somewhere and I was supposed to book her tickets online. I kept asking her when should I book it, so finally she said she cannot go because she broke her hand. What if there was no travel planned? Would she tell me the truth?? If yes, then when? Eh…. My dad-in-law is exactly the same. Whenever he falls sick, he prohibits everybody around him from telling us the truth. I know I know, parents don’t want to worry us. They think it’s nothing major, so why should they bother us with such a trivial news? Eh… In fact, we feel more worried and double guilty when they tell us later on (or somebody else tells us….). Living far doesn’t mean we don’t want to participate in their lives or we are so busy with our life we don’t have time for their problems. Wrong!!!! We want to know everything about our parents, even if it is just a diarrhoea or constipation. Btw: Constipation is quite a hot topic in India ๐Ÿ˜› That’s my honest observation ๐Ÿ˜›

I’m really emotional today, I’m sorry. My high fever probably adds some spice to it. However, writing helps me. It lets my feelings to come out and not to get crazy. Thanks for reading and riding on the roller coaster of emotions with me.

I’m pretty sure many of you guys are in similar situation. I’m still lucky Poland is relatively close to the UK with plenty of connections each day. In emergency, I can be there in a few hours’ time. However, my parents-in-law live in India. The thought of flying to India in emergency makes me feel like crying even more…. I cannot imagine that, I cannot, I don’t want to! Oh God…. wish life was easier.

I’m scared… so scared…

Our Fabian with his four amazing grandparents



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10 thoughts on “I’M SO SCARED THAT …

    1. Thanks ๐Ÿ™‚ It is hard, indeed. However, my mood is slightly better today and I’m trying to think only in a positive way. We can’t have control over certain things in life and I just have to accept it.
      I’m sure you still have plenty of time to think about it- your dad is so young! ๐Ÿ™‚
      Hugs Francesca :*


  1. Each Year I realize more and more how precious life really is. Parents Truly are special in so many ways. I couldn’t imagine how tough it would be to live in a different country as my parents, but I do know how it feels to miss them when I am away at college. You are a very strong woman. Cherish every moment you have with them, and remember at the end of the day your parents just want you happy! I pray that God brings you comfort and that you can see them again soon!

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    1. Jordan, thank you so much for such a wonderful words. I know there are many of us feeling the same. To be honest, there are plenty of people in the world in much worse life situation so I cannot really feel pity for myself. It was just one of those days…. You know, full of emotions and feelings. I’m trying to get on track today, pull myself together and think positively.
      Thanks one more time :* It was a very lovely comment.


  2. Oh, a big loving hug to you. It’s going to be tough but you are going to be ok because you have your family and friends to get you through whatever shows up.
    As I remember we talked about this on the podcast about parents and what you are going to do about families in next few years.
    It’s good that you are thinking about it. Please, please reach out when you need any help. I will listen you cry, scream, yell and not judge at all. That’s what we humans do for each other. Much love to you. You have a beautiful heart.

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    1. Oh, Aman, you are so kind!!! Thank you sooo much :* I know we have discussed all these issues on your podcast and I think I wasn’t really emotional when talking about it. I was quite practical. That’s why I don’t know what has really happened. I guess, it was just an extraordinary day- filled with emotions and feelings. On top of that, I am ill with high fever, so dropping my mum off to the airport wasn’t what I wanted. I would love to have my mum by my side when I’m not well…. but, come on, I’m adult! I’m mother myself. I’m trying to pull myself together today. Currently, after first round of sweating to reduce the fever ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m sure tomorrow will be a good day ๐Ÿ™‚
      Thank you Aman for your offer. Sometimes listening to other person is the most somebody can do…. Thanks a lot :* I will always remember that.
      Big hugs!


    1. Hi! I guess you are on the same boat as me. It doesn’t mean you have to live abroad or far away from your parents. You can live relatively close and still feel the same. Sometimes, the distance doesn’t matter. It’s just … a circle of life. We have to live with it.
      Warm regards Mummy Lauretta :*


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