Days are flying by, scattering all around like multi-colored glass beads slipping off a string. I hurry about and try to catch them but I like the sound they make, so I stop a while just to hear them fall...
March has arrived. We are bracing ourselves to face it's typical unpredictable character. Anything can happen in March. Mild days...one last Winter storm (hopefully not!)
My daughter and I have been busy trying to get the house ready for Spring. We've made numerous trips to the local charity shop, this time not to shop but to donate :0) It was during one of the "sorting through" that she found something she had written while at the University. A free style exercise for her English class. They were asked to write about anything, non-stop for five minutes without paying attention to grammar or spelling. She handed me the paper and with the typical carefree spirit of the very young said: "Not sure if you'd like to keep this." This is what she wrote:
Do I want to keep it?! Only a girl who never had a child could ask that question :0) It's funny how sometimes we go through the motions, we follow routines which, while they make us feel anchored, could become too familiar, almost boring. One longs for a "shaking" some excitement, some awakening from the everyday slumber. Well, I'm awake now :0) It's touching to know that in spite of the routine and noneventful sailing, I was "interesting enough" to be the subject in my daughter's English lesson.
There was a lot of old, dusty, useless things in our attic, but amidst the mess and disarray I found a treasure I'll cherish forever.
Before I go, I want to thank those who left understanding and supportive comments on my last Post. Nice to know I'm not alone in this experience :0)
Hugs and wishes for a fabulous weekend. Be happy!
"Mom, I see you in the shaded garden holding a glass of white wine. You’re wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants but your hair and makeup are immaculate and flawless. I see your face genuinely light up as you stand to hug and kiss me.
Under the afternoon’s dying sun I see your hair turn different colors: brown, caramel, amber. I feel the love as you embrace me and your hair smells like a blend of vanilla and roses. You smile as you ask me to sit on the swing with you so we can talk. As you go on about the squirrels and the beautiful birds you’ve come across today, I see so much of myself in your face!
Your olive skin and wide brown eyes, your curly hair gracefully touching your shoulders. I see a young child hidden inside a woman’s body. How could it be that at your age you still love and get so thrilled about fairies, dolls, and critters so much? We are so different in this sense, and yet, it is something I’ll never forget about you. I think this is precisely why you were never just my mother when I was a child, you were my best friend.
As we sit here on this beautiful golden Autumn afternoon I still see my best friend in the whole entire world, and I smile as you ramble on telling me about the most incredible fairy door you’ve just bought for the garden…"
There was a lot of old, dusty, useless things in our attic, but amidst the mess and disarray I found a treasure I'll cherish forever.
Before I go, I want to thank those who left understanding and supportive comments on my last Post. Nice to know I'm not alone in this experience :0)
Hugs and wishes for a fabulous weekend. Be happy!
.jpg)
