Monday morning cup of thoughts
thoughts about the bond between mother and child
Returning home this morning after dropping off my daughter Amy at the airport following a short but lovely visit, no matter how hard I try, I cannot escape the feeling of having been sucker punched when I see my girl in the rearview mirror. Sitting in my favorite chair writing this, the vultures out my window fly over the canyon using the thermals to move from place to place, awaiting their next meal.
I am nature. Likewise, I must use the currents beneath me in anticipation of the next time I am fortunate enough to be with my kids. In the meantime, it will be my job to see how long I can soar without flapping.
Glad you got to spend time with your daughter. I miss my mom so much everyday and I wish I could have one more lunch with my mother. Anything. Even an argument would do. Even when my neighbor leaves with her mother for a lunch out (I see her moms car at the neighbors house once a month)-- I feel a pang of jealousy that I can't help. I'm glad you cherish being with your daughter. We all deserve a loving mother like you. ❤️💗❤️
Aww, I know. My heart is with you, and I’m sending you you big hugs. 💞