DEARMAIZIE

This morning I found a list on an old ruled notepad my daughter, now a mature woman, had made as a young woman.

At first glance, it wasn’t anything sentimental, just 3 columns on a yellow lined pad with bright, aesthetic headings in red ink. A sign-up sheet, but I can’t remember for what.

But as I held it and ran my hand over the smooth, faded paper what I saw was her beautiful face. And how carefully she printed the headings to be uniform and eye-catching.

I saw her her enthusiasm to serve, her eagerness to belong, to be a full participant in life.

You never stop being a mother. They never stop being your babies. Your heart never stops breaking.