Bittersweet. A taste inside my mouth trickling down the back of my throat. All the way down, down, down to the pink of my heart.
Today would have been my mother’s 79th birthday, yet she’s been gone for over four years. She left this world far too soon. Thankfully, my belief in God is comforting. I believe she is at peace.
This morning, I spent time in my grand-children’s nursery playing with dolls. Yes, you read my words correctly. I played with dolls. Baby dolls, Barbie dolls and Madame Alexander dolls plus every other brand in-between.
A very special cabinet once owned by my mother protects these treasures which were all part of her collection. Together they were given to me by my father after she passed away. Shortly after he emptied his home, I wrote of this in a post entitled Cabinet Full of Heart http://wp.me/p41md8-14b .
Today this grand piece of glass with little wood is the center of my grand-children’s nursery. It’s the first thing eyes of wide see upon entering their room. Every visit, we sit and stare until a girl of little picks her chosen one for the day. She holds it gently, combs hair of long or short and sleeps beside limbs of four during an hour of nap.
So yes, this morning on my mother’s birthday, the day after my own and my husband’s too, I played with dolls. The very best present I could have given to her, all wrapped up in an imaginary pink bow of satin sent with love. Later, when toddlers with curls and babies too, come to visit, she’ll be looking down upon us wearing feathered wings with dreams come true.
Never too old to lose the child within one’s heart.