Sure I want a condo in the south where I can dig my toes in the sand or dip them in the ocean from time to time, but today I enjoyed the next best thing.
I sat on the bench that my Mom spent some of her last days sitting on in her carport.
It is now in my own carport.
Sipping a cup of favourite dark roast coffee I sat with the sun's warm rays splayed across my legs. I watched the sporadic breeze blow through the branches of the trees across the road from my house, while I listened to it swishing through the ones in my back yard.I lay my book down beside me, closed my eyes and began to rock.
It was soothing.
Why is rocking so soothing?
Because it brings us back to those times when our Mommas coddled us to their chest in complete love and whole-hearted dedication, to ease, appease, or calm and cajole us, as Mommas are known to do.
I like to believe that mine very much enjoyed those last moments she spent rocking in the summer sun, despite the pain she fought so hard against.
"I'll rock with you Momma," I told her as I sat there with no concept of anything but the present moment and how all of my senses were engaged, I felt alive.
Some time later I opened my eyes, opened my book to a chapter title that read Breaking Free.
A perfectly encapsulated moment, I thought. Feeling warm both inside and out I smiled, closed the book again and realized I'd be spending many more warm afternoons rocking with my Mom on her bench in the months ahead.
It's my first Mother's Day without you here Mom, but I celebrate you every day. You taught me the greatest thing of all in this world; you taught me how to love. And even though you have left your body, left this earth, I know that it is only love which transcend even that.
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