The Extraordinary in the Ordinary
When we woke up in the morning, she snuggled against me and said very quietly, “Mom, sometimes I’m afraid you’ll leave me.”
“Oh honey, I’ll never leave you,” I replied.
“But you’re older, and you might die before me, and that makes me so sad,” she said while wiping away tears that suddenly welled-up in her eyes.
“But just look at my mom, Nana,” I reassured her, “she’s still healthy and here; and she is older than me! Besides, when I leave that way, it’s because it’s my time, but I know we will be together again. Maybe we’ll even decide that next time around, you’ll be my mom, or my sibling, or even my best friend!”
Still weepy she asked, “But what if I don’t remember you in the next life? I’m afraid I won’t remember you.”
“Oh baby, our hearts will remember each other,” I said as I gathered her in close. “Besides, we don’t remember our many lives together before this one, and that hasn’t made a bit of difference in how much we love each other right now, has it?” I reasoned.
“I love you mom,” she whispered and smiled.
“And I love you too.” I echoed back. Words that come so naturally and are so familiar to me, it feels as if I’ve said them to her countless times, over many, many lifetimes.
~There is so much that is extraordinary in the ordinary, every day.