little moments

 It's the little moments you hang onto when you lose a parent. The innocuous ones that no one else was around for that linger. Mom has been gone for almost 3 years (where the hell did that time go?) and I was feeling chased by a memory today. Grayson's birthday is today and we went out for a special breakfast with what was supposed to be the whole family, but daddy was busy at work and could not join us. I was driving the kids to school in their chocolate comas and as I was pulling up to Sophia's school, a song came on I haven't heard in years. I was instantly back in mom's silver caravan driving back from Belleville after a successful back to school shop. The sun was starting to set and she had put on a different radio station and we were listening to this song... She was singing along and so was I in the front while Carly was looking out the window. I told mom that I really liked the song and she smiled and turned it up. it was such a happy moment, and when I felt that love and warmth, I noticed, driving my own kids, that tears were starting to stream down my face, and I was singing along as well as little Grayson. It hit me because I thought about the innocuous little memories that would stick for them. That those memories would be cherished for their lifetime, knowing full well that the ones I have of mom have been cherished for mine. I dropped Sophia off and then Sterling and Grayson, but just before I dropped both off to their classes I gave them a good hug and sent them off for their day. It's these little traditions that I hope they will remember forever. 

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