When “goodbye” is the hardest word to say.

Last month, I said “goodbye” to my eldest daughter, who traveled the other side of the world, to New Zealand. My mother was a ‘kiwi’ (a nickname for New Zealanders), and although she lived most of her life in England, she never forgot New Zealand roots. Roots are a strong almost magnetic force within us, which often pull at the strangest times.

Living in Mallorca, had been a wonderful experience for my daughter, but she couldn’t get fully settled. So the idea was to go on her travels and meet the other half of her family.

A kaleidoscope of emotions is now living within me, as I learn to adjust. On the one hand, I am desperate for her to find her own path, and on the other, I miss her. However, with technology nowadays, it is easy to stay in touch, but it cannot replace the ‘gap’ that she has left behind. Hence, why “goodbye” is the hardest word to say.

In Street Angels, we meet many young people who have left home for the first time, to become part of the Magaluf scene. Some with big hopes and dreams, others running away from relationships and situations. Some are glad to be away and they often express their new found freedom. Others, a little confused with their feelings, wondering why it doesn’t feel so great to be away. Either way, we all need to feel loved wherever we live and know that we are in the right place at the right time.

When Jesus was around 30 years old, he left home to start his ministry travelling from town to town, to teach and perform miracles. He knew he had to leave the comforts of his home-life and do what his Father in heaven had asked him to do.

Wherever home is, it is important that we are free to be the person we are, (even if it is 12,000 miles away, in my daughter’s case). My father used to say “You only get one chance to live, because life is not a dress rehearsal!” So, as much as I miss her, she goes with my blessing. Bon voyage!


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