I was looking in my blog file for a suitable photo for this morning couldn't resist this one, at least it is Christmassy.
this the loveliest old Christmas card? I bought it, plus the rich red
fabric in the background and the rosary, when I was over in France in
October and attended a Vide Granier (literally translates as 'empty
attic' and is like a car boot sale but all on tables. Great fun.
Now what have I been up to over the weekend. On Saturday I visited Mum and was rewarded with something really, really special – a smile.
This is the first time I have seem Mum smile since we went out for a belated Christmas lunch back in January. a long time to lose your smile.
Something we don't think about, smiling. It is something we do so naturally. It can be fleeting, flirty, manic, gleeful, cheeky, sexy or silly but it speaks volumns whatever style it is.
It took me quite some time to realise what it was that was missing with Mum. Oh I know there has been so much illness and heartbreak for her of late, and that is written on her face, but you don't actually realise that it is that simple clear smile that is missing, until you see it again.
My brother and I sat chatting to her in her room at the care home. She wanted to know what we were doing for Christmas and who was buying what prezzies etc. Of course being Mum she was worried that she couldn't get out to buy us things as in previous years. She wanted me to take off her necklace to give to Idgy. I couldn't do it, it was too horribly final. When Colin left I told her about the silly present I had bought to give him. Mum burst out laughing and smiled.Now that is the best Christmas present she could give me, that smile.