I have a wonderful son. And he, like me, is an ‘only’ child.
I used to want a little girl as well, not instead, But I wanted a little girl too. Greedy? Selfish? Perhaps – but that was a long time ago.
I took my mother to the senior center for lunch today.
They came around with beautiful orange and yellow flowers in decorated water bottle vases for all the mothers.
“This is my mother!” my mother said, as she patted me on the arm.
The lovely volunteer in blue, without missing a beat said to me,
“Would you like these flowers?”
“Yes”, I said, as my eyes filled, but not so much as to extinguish the flames in my hand and heart.
My mother and i looked at each other for a moment. Tender, then awkward, then tender again.
“I mean,…….she is really my daughter….. I know that…but when I think of my mother, I often picture my daughter. When I think of my mother, I find myself now thinking of you. It’s quite nice actually”
Flames of love get fanned in the most unexpected ways.
As we nurture each other, don’t forget to mother yourself.