Life has been a bit challenging emotionally for me recently and something happened the other day that had me bawling. You know that kind of crying, where it’s so deep down in your soul you can’t stop till you’re exhausted? All I wanted in that moment was my mum – to be a little girl again, have her put her arms around me and promise me that everything will be all right. But Mum’s been dead for over 12 years, so that’s not possible.
Or is it?
I was babysitting my eldest granddaughter yesterday. She’s the spitting image of photos of my mum as a little girl – same hair, same eyes, same determined personality. She started rummaging through some of my necklaces, immediately zeroed in on one, picked it up and handed it to me. It was my Mum’s gold locket.
I put it on, picked up my granddaughter and gave her a hug. She gave me a big hug right back.
Thanks, Mum. Love you.