I had a “mom look” tonight. What is that, you ask? Well, although I couldn’t see my reflection, I could just feel the look I was wearing. And it had mom written all over it.
It was a long, tiring day of sick kiddos, of sick me and of dwindling energy reserves on my part. The BSFs were in their PJs. The youngest was already settling down for the night in bed while my husband read a book to our older BSF in the glider chair.
I found myself clumped in a slow-release…in a relaxing position at the foot of our BSF’s bed.
I closed my eyes, listening to the creative editing and funny voices my husband was using while reading the book. A smile came upon my face.
Here it was.
It was Mom, through and through. It was as if I could see through her eyes while my eyes were closed.
This was that face she wore…eyes shut…gracing a satisfied smile…most often while in the company of her most beloved family and friends.
I was soaking up all of this and the tears began to stream. My husband didn’t understand where it came from, but it was clear that something had sparked a “mom memory” in my mind. He didn’t have to say a word. He just knew.
And now, Mom, I really know why that look manifests. Thank you for this gift, momma. I love you!