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Grace
#MothersDayStory
The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance. For the first time in my life, I had to go it alone and stand on my own two feet. I felt a sense of loss, grief and sheer utter panic. I had been that lucky up till now that it never dawned on me that I was taking the love, sense of calmness and sheer grace that was ever present in my mother for granted. As I stood there waving it suddenly hit me how blessed I had been all these years. One mention of a dilemma and she was there by my side but now it was my turn to try and emminate a woman who literally is a walking angel. I touched my tummy lovingly and in my heart I wished my now 80 year old mother well with her new husband, her true childhood sweetheart from many years ago. War had torn them apart and a writing club was cursor to a reunification like no other. Watching them together was divine, true love at it's finest. Only two months to go until my very own child would be here and I knew in my heart that no matter how hard I tried I would never be the type of mother she had been to me but I would try, by god I would try!
© NMF
The time had come to start my journey. I leaned out of the window, waving as long as I could while she disappeared into the distance. For the first time in my life, I had to go it alone and stand on my own two feet. I felt a sense of loss, grief and sheer utter panic. I had been that lucky up till now that it never dawned on me that I was taking the love, sense of calmness and sheer grace that was ever present in my mother for granted. As I stood there waving it suddenly hit me how blessed I had been all these years. One mention of a dilemma and she was there by my side but now it was my turn to try and emminate a woman who literally is a walking angel. I touched my tummy lovingly and in my heart I wished my now 80 year old mother well with her new husband, her true childhood sweetheart from many years ago. War had torn them apart and a writing club was cursor to a reunification like no other. Watching them together was divine, true love at it's finest. Only two months to go until my very own child would be here and I knew in my heart that no matter how hard I tried I would never be the type of mother she had been to me but I would try, by god I would try!
© NMF
