There's nothing like living out of a suitcase to teach the virtues of "home."
My 15-year old son boarded an American Airlines flight late Sunday night and eventually landed in Paris, France. I sent him on a 12-day tour of France so he can practice all that French that he pretends to know how to speak.
In spite of all the closet crying I did, I'm happy he's officially a world traveler.
At the ripe old age of 16, I did a 28-day tour of 7 European countries, courtesy of my awesome parents.
At the riper old age of 17, I did another 10-day tour of France and Spain.
I'll never forget what those trips did for my understanding that the world is bigger than my neighborhood, my city, and the United States.
Unfortunate children will not have the chance to explore outside their neighborhoods.
More fortunate children will have the option to travel out of the state.
And the blessed children will have options that include a chance to travel the world.
It doesn't bother me one bit that my son is the only brown face on the France tour. Throughout my life, I was often the only Black person participating in opportunities that my amazing parents secured for me. Through that, I developed a love for all people... not just the familiar faces in my family/school/neighborhood.
After 2 days of touring like some kinda International Negro, my son had this text message exchange with me:
"Mom, what's my [ATM] PIN number?"
"####"
"Thanks"
"I hope you're having fun, sweetie."
"I'm a little homesick."
I must admit that my heart exploded in a smile to see him realize that the love of home is more valuable than the thrill of traveling to a foreign country while changing hotels and living out of a suitcase.
I'll help him make good on that comment when I send him to clean the hall bathroom with a toothbrush upon his return to the United States.