Hello and Happy Tuesday!
It is Tuesday evening and I am sitting in the kitchen, after arriving home late. My mom, son and I spent the afternoon in the city and mostly on the playground which was so much fun. I have a huge glass of water next to me trying not to fall asleep. The plan was to get Petit Joel tired but he went down on that slide fifty times easily, not getting enough. We are exhausted. However, I am enjoying this very quiet silence at night, staying up late to write and think without interruptions. Everybody is asleep already.
So I sit and think. Let this great day reflect and the thing on my mind is mostly happiness. What makes me happy? What makes me feel alive? Spending time with people I love. Spending time with my mom and talking for hours. This is what we did today. I realize that I am at a really sweet spot in my life, being fortunate to spend time with my parents, stay with them for so long and most importantly getting along with them. Not every day is happy sunshine; everybody is in a bad mood here and there. But overall, we arrange and live together really well. It is just a big gift to have a mom like I do. While we sipped our cappuccinos and ate fresh macarons, I thought about all these times my mom was there for me already. All those times I can still remember. It has been so many. Those times she was there for me before anybody else. My mom said to me the other days that she likes to read my posts, especially when I was not in Germany, so she can follow along what is going on in my life. Pretty sweet. She is follower number one for sure!
She encourages me to write and follow my dreams no matter what. And that I am okay the way I am. She supports me with infinite love which makes her so special to me. She told me I will always have my home (base) to return to no matter what.
Today, I received a phone call from a friend who’s mother is in hospital. Cancer. Spread already. Chemo won’t change anything, the doctor said. I feel sad for my friend, thinking about my mom and how she just brought me some strawberries and peas from the garden before she went to bed. Everything could be over in a heartbeat. I treasure this great mom/daughter friendship we have and I am grateful. Time fighting is wasted. We all only have ONE mom! A week flies by so quickly; and so does life. I haven’t been the best daughter always. I made mistakes and so did my mom. But we can talk it over while having a decent conversation – like last Saturday, until 3 am in the kitchen! Thank you for all those communications we already had. And thank you for today.
Life is busy. It always will be, right? We are rushing around blindly many times to figure out, we weren’t fast enough to say something important to someone, to apologize, to realize we only have this one shot and maybe shouldn’t be that judgmental. Be fast enough.
I love you, Mama! We are mother and daughter. Thank you for being you.
