Yesterday (Saturday) we took our older two sons to the airport, and now we're the ones left behind. It's a new experience for us... we've always been the travelers, the ones cheerily saying "good-bye!" and heading off to a new adventure, a new job, a new continent even.
This time we were the ones whose eyes teared up as our two sons went back to North America... one to a new semester at Marquette University in Wisconsin, the other to an internship in New York City (a place that seems much more exotic to us Midwesterners than Hong Kong now does... now that Hong Kong has been our home for a whole year.)
In fact, we didn't actually get to watch as our boys make it through the security gate at the airport, because as we turned aside for a moment to hide our red & runny eyes... a passing traveler rushed up to ask if he could help us, so as we explained to this nice guy that we were not having seizures or anything, our boys slipped through the gates and on to the next chapter of their lives.
Well, that's as it should be. And when we got home from the airport the first person that I called was... my mother, back in Wisconsin. She was glad to hear from me.
"By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion... How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?" -- Psalm 117
"I tell you the truth, at the renewal of all things... everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life... " -- Jesus, quoted in Matthew 19:28ff
More scenes from Shatin Park, January 17, 2010