Leaving Here, Going There

"Grandma, why do you like going to Cornwall so much?" A sweet small voice yesterday uttered this oft-spoken question, causing 3 pairs of blue eyes to turn suddenly toward the SconeLady. I knew the question would be asked, as it usually is when Grandma goes off traipsing. I knew the answer, but was not so sure the answer would stand up to the question. I cleared my throat.

"Well," I began, "the sea and the sky are so beautiful that I can't keep myself from going to see it." The solemn eyes kept on looking, as if waiting for a better answer.

"And then," I continued, "the people are so inviting and kind that I can't keep myself from wanting to talk with them..." Hmm.

Then I remembered. "Well actually, you know all of this because you went with me two years ago. Remember?"

They did. 

"Oh yes, I loved the sandy beaches in St Ives! But not the sea gulls..." 

"I remember riding on trains with you!" 

"And I liked seeing St Michael's Mount, Windsor Castle, and the Tower of London!"

"So you see, there are lots of reasons for wanting to go and see them. Aren't there?"

"Well, yes, but in order for you to go there, it means you have to leave here."

This was true, and I had to admit it. And I don't want to leave here. But if I am to go there, that is what must happen. A conundrum, which all boils down to one unchangeable fact.

"I can't be two places at once."

Just then the baby came running through the room, escaping his mother and lightening our mood. Someone came over and hugged me.

"It's ok, Grandma," she said. "We'll just miss you."

I am sitting on the floor of an airline terminal, watching people go about their travel business. Someone's baby cries. Agents call out for stand-by passengers. People search for electric outlets (I snagged one because it pays to be an early bird). Everyone is busy, so no one is aware of the lone grandmother sitting on the floor, thinking of her Littles.  

"I'll miss you too..."

See you along the way!

the SconeLady