Guess who I get to meet with tomorrow? Beth over at She Who Will Be Obeyed.
I remember when I first read her blog. Beth had planted some roses (I’m going to have to ask her how they’re doing) recalled how her mom would take one of the thorns from the rose, lick the flat side and place it on her nose and tell her she’s a bee now.
It was very short, written in a kind of tone that spoke of the pure enjoyment and love a grown woman has in remembering an act of love from her mother.
All I know is that when I see roses now I think of that story and I wait until my Adored One is old enough to do the same thing to him. Maybe he’ll remember the love I felt for him, the love he felt for me.
I’ve worked hard to make memories that my children can remember, even some that I would prefer they wouldn’t.
Now that I am a Grandmother I get to do it again. I want him to remember me a little, but I want Adored One to remember that his Grandma loved him, cherished him, that he is special just because he exists.
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