“Mother’s love is peace.
It need not be acquired,
it need not be deserved.”
I previously shared a snippet out of my mother’s journal, which she kept in anticipation of my arrival, in “From My Mother’s Lips”.
Whenever I feel the need for motherly warmth, I return to it. As someone commented rightly on the above post, she left me the most amazing gift:
” A glimpse into her heart.”
This entry, to me, holds a sense of strength and continuance. I share this not only so you may know me more through her words, but also so maybe – just maybe – this may make you smile.
I share this for you, my dear Patrice and everybody else in need of a motherly touch:
“Today is the 27th day of August. We are in the 35th week. You are expected to arrive on the 2nd of October, in approximately 6 weeks.
Are you getting excited? What sorts of preparations have you made for your coming? Are you anticipating the journey out of darkness?
Well, just don’t be afraid, we’ll all three be there helping each other.
Oh! You’re hopping about in me again. Are you happy? Do you feel the warmth of the sun upon you? Do you want out?
I had a dream last night and when I awoke, I felt great – so strong and unafraid.
Well as dreams go it was complicated and intricate and rather illogical.
What I remember of it is driving home in Concord. It was a dark night, maybe even raining. As I turned into the driveway a white cat ran across the way caught in my headlights.
I stopped, got out and picked up the little kitten. As I stroked it and loved it, it no longer was a kitten. I was holding a baby, my baby. You had lots of dark brown hair and eyebrows already closely knit.
Then we looked at each other and we laughed. I’ve never known anyone to laugh so much. I carried you into my old bedroom at home and we laughed some more and anyone could see that we were meant to be together. We really liked each other.
Then Rose and others from the hall gang came by to investigate, and I showed them my new baby. Well, Rose didn’t approve at all. Realistic as she is, she assured me, that it couldn’t possibly be my child and that some half scared mother was probably searching frantically for her lost child. I didn’t want to believe her. But together we went out on the driveway and lo and behold the real mother did come and joyfully took you home.
So now I’m back to waiting.”
[ “Your Song” – Ellie Goulding (Elton John Cover) ]