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Liza

Holy crap, woman! How long will you be gone? Will you ever call me, as promised, before leaving? How will you blog from Mali (I do not want to know the answer to that question, because we are totally pretending that you'll blog from Mali for the sake of my fragile sanity, m'kay?)?
I am glad you didn't go to the ER for Xmas. I didn't either, and there's nothing like the smug glow of finding a way around doing that (in my case, the smug glow of leftover meds from other illnesses and injuries, and in yours, the heaven-sent ability to write your own Rx if you absolutely must).

I miss you already :-(

DoctorMama

It'll be OK!

I wouldn't assume that they'll experience it the same way you did, either. They'll come up with their own special reactions. And really, it's a childhood rite of passage, isn't it?

And your travel story wins, on account of two things: 1. Bloody ears and 2. Waking up at 3:45.

cmm

It will definately be okay.
Have a great time in Mali. It is a crazy amazing place. I can't wait to read about your experience. Should you make it to Diamou (west), look up the Ba family. Tell them Aissa says, "I ni ce."
BTW, internet cafes were springing up all over Bamako, when I left 7 (oh my) years ago.

em

Tell them that, for one kiss, you'll Go to Timbuktu... and back again! : )

O it is tough though.. I personally think it's harder for the mum... but then, imagine flying ALONE. READING! It doesn't even matter if you're stranded somewhere. Hm, maybe it wont be so hard.

Mail!!?? I still can't quite get over it.


Jaqa

It will totally be ok. Because while they may remember being sad you were gone, they'll also tell their friends how they have a cool mom that does things like go to Mali. In the bigger picture, the fact that you are engaged in the larger world, will have a far, far greater impact than a few days of missing you.

Have a great trip!

Wacky Mommy

Does it blow your mind, the O'Hare and then CR thing when you fly? It does me in, every time. It's like, O'HARE! THERE'S A DINO! And Wolfgang Puck's, and damn, where is our gate? Then flying out of Cedar Rapids, my four-year-old asks, "Where is the dinosaur?" And the only option for food is vending machines, only they got rid of the vending machines? Heh heh. Have fun and be safe in Mali.

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