My mom was here yesterday. Rich and the kids were at a BBQ party, so it was just the two of us for most of the day. She and I went to a family reunion nearby, enjoyed a lovely dinner, and spent some great mother-daughter time together. Later, we had a huge thunderstorm blow through, with lots of lightning and thunder. My 8-year-old was spooked, and managed to coerce her way into sleeping in Grandma’s room.
I went in to check on them, and found my daughter snuggled up with my Mom, holding onto her arm like a treasured lifeline to all that is safe and warm and comforting. Before long, she drifted off to sleep, despite the raging light show outside.
It brought back a lot of memories for both my Mom and me. As I tiptoed out of the room, the sight of them peacefully nestled together was like looking back through a window of time, 32 years into the past.
It’s a sight I’ll cherish for a very long time.