Uncovered by memories

I won’t always be covered In children, but I will always be uncovered by memories as their mother.

When I’m in an empty house with dusted surfaces, I will feel warmth as I pass photos on the wall of us in the thick of the early years. And then maybe I’ll pick up the phone and call them.

When I am decluttering the house and find an old teddy bear that shared many moments with us, I will hold it tight and smile as I am taken back to those moments, before putting it in the “for keeps” box.

When I’m asked what they are up to these days, I will tell them every little detail I have been privileged enough to know and trusted enough to share, slowing to breathe through tears of pride.

When I’m holding my grandchildren, I will tell them “this is what I used to do with your mommy (or daddy) when they were your age” and I will feel both a deep sense of connection to the days with my own, and a new sense of purpose to the moments with theirs. It will be a full circle moment that gives me life.

When I’m in a different stage, I’ll be brought back here.

The mother in me will have a chance to re-emerge.

The days of us, will live on.

Because I may not be mothering the way I am now forever,

But I will always be a mother.

Their mother.

And my love for them will always expose me to some of the best days of my life.