It’s a typical Monday, which consists of dragging two gorgeous sleepy daughters out of their beds to face the day. The school run is filled with laughs, smiles, singing to the radio, conversations about lunch boxes and what we will be doing after school. No different to the thousands of mothers around the UK at exactly the same time, but this morning my heart felt tugged by my eldest daughter when she asked me what to say, it went something like this:
‘Mummy my friend Erin’s mummy has had cancer lots of times before but this time Erin was crying in the playground on Friday because she doesnt think her mummy will be here still for Christmas, what should I say mummy?’
What should she say? God what a question to ask, let alone ask at 9 years of age. What could anyone ever say? In that moment I realised that my daughter is getting older, becoming more aware of life, death, emotions, pain and sorrow, all the things we try to protect them from.
Words failed me. There are moments in life when actions speak volumes compared to words. When hugs are worth more than words of hope, when laughter has the power to break through the tears, when a simple thank you suddenly makes it all worthwhile, when all we need is to feel that maybe just maybe it will be ok.
There are moments when life seems to take a pause, allowing you to feel every inch of the moment, every milimetre of the experience and in these moments I suspect we are destined to sense something, to understand something of this world and ourselves.
What would you Say?
Love and blessings