Life in Laos through the lens of a diplomatic wife raising twin toddlers.
Sometimes viewing the backstage of events can be interesting, too, or maybe I’m just seeking some comfort from missing out on main events due to my family life which dictates certain needs not necessarily in line with my own. Hmmm, this sounds a lot like a close metaphor for my recent decision to not take a three-week course in Development Management because the time commitment didn’t jive with caring for the kids and getting the whole family ready for packing out to Laos in late June. Of course it would have been possible to do it, but all of us would have been stressed-out and miserable going into a big move, never mind the long journey. Instead I’ve decided to postpone my Lao exam next week and continue classes for another six weeks to take advantage of the opportunity while we’re still here. I’m OK with the decision but it really does make me think that I will have to re-frame my desire to go back to work in the field of development, that it may not be possible for me to travel to remote villages for weeks or months at a time like I used to. Instead, I ought to look for lower profile work that keeps me intellectually “in the field” but closer to home like writing or handling communications for INGO’s. It wouldn’t be as exciting as direct program implementation, but can still be quite interesting.
All of this occurred to me over the weekend when we went into DC and could only see bits of the Cherry Blossom Festival parade because the kids were scared of the noise. We had to sit on the grass behind the crowd and only watch the tops of floats and listen to the bands that went by. Luckily, there were a few balloons high enough for us to see from our picnic blanket. Then afterwards, the kids weren’t up for walking through the Japanese Street Festival celebrating the 100th year of gifting the cherry blossom trees to the US and showcasing Japanese culture, so we just got a glimpse of the performers backstage. I managed to snap a few photos while hauling a very tired little girl and trying to catch up to my husband who was hauling an even more tired and cranky little boy. We didn’t get to see the main show, but seeing these people backstage was interesting, too. And I’m OK with that.