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Mothers and daughters.

What I want to do is start a Mothers’ Club, where I can sit with other daughters’ mothers and talk about nothing but my now grown-up daughter. What she did as a little kid, the funny things she said, the warm little arms around my neck, the hot tears I wiped away and the tremulous smile that shone through, tugging at my heart. The little red nose and the cough that tore a hole in my heart. The way she studied, slept , played …and as she grew older, her evident sincerity and intelligence, her sense of humour, the jokes we shared…. her poise and elegance, her emotional maturity, her integrity, her focus and her myriad interests.

Daughters grow up soooo fast! And then they don’t want to hear mothers talk of their childhood years. Come on, ma, my daughter says, all that happened years ago. And what’s so cute or heart tugging about it? All little girls are like that.

All???? No,no. Each little girl is different. Her words and looks and even the way she smiles or cries. And each little girl’s mother has a special place in her heart and mind, bursting with those memories. And there’s hardly anyone to share them with. Again and again and again, I mean.

So what do you say, ladies? We can meet Mondays 2 to 4 pm, the best way to drive away the blues. True, that’s not time enough. So maybe Mondays and Wednesdays? Hmmmm..

Okay. Final – Monday through Sunday, any time you want to drop in. And do bring photographs, those baby frocks you’ve saved, those hand-written stories and poems, and anything else you want to share. I’ll keep the tissues ready.

PS: Yes , yes, amma, you can come too. Though I must say it’s going to be most embarrassing to be witness to tales of my childhood!

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13 thoughts on “Mothers and daughters.

  1. I wholeheartedly agree! When I look at my young granddaughters I see my own daughters the way they were as babies, and it seems it was only a few years ago. Celebrate those memories at every opportunity, and teach your daughter to do the same. When she has children of her own she’ll understand. Long live girls night!

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  2. Well, my mother will occasionally settle down for an afternoon of playing old records (yes, actually records, vinyl) and crying. And I absolutely can’t stand it! So I’ll modify my statement and say I’m impatient with sentiment. But I absolutely agree (in theory at least), to each his or her own!

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  3. I’m with the daughters! I hate reminiscing, and would rather think what to do right now. My advice is to adopt an animal or three, they’ll keep you too busy to dwell on the past. You’ll be helping a creature in need, plus it’s a great way to channel those bottled up maternal instincts!

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    1. Hehe, I live in the present and have enough young people to shower my maternal feelings on. But a part of me has always lived firmly in the past – photos, songs, memories… I like it like that, too. To each his own I guess!

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