My lovely Mum has been staying with us since last Thursday. Oh my, we’ve had such fun … scraping and sanding an old cedar desk, shopping for reclaimed floorboards, needlepoint and knitting in the warm morning sun of the front room, frantic patchwork, cooking my favourite childhood meals, a fabulous afternoon of hard rubbish (here she is, squished into the car with our loot!) and best of all … hours and hours together.
Tomorrow, she flies off to Canada, to visit my sister and her wee boys for ten weeks. They’ll have a marvellous summer together. But oh, I will miss my Mum terribly. Even though she usually lives eight hours away, on the coast of the Southern Pacific, it feels wonderfully close to me – ‘specially compared to Brisbane! We speak every day – sometimes several times – and I know she’s just an easy car ride away. Our phones are constantly busy with text messages and photos whizzing back and forth.
Ah well, I suppose that’s what comes of having to share our mums with our siblings. Sometimes it’s their turn :-)