To which my mom replied:
Oh a deja-vu
a conversation even before I have bumped into
maybe when I was thinking of my lasts
counting beads from my past
The last time Dad and I drove you to middle school
and forgot to give you a hug so hollered, “baby, you are my jewel”
The last time I attended a PTA meeting
held your report card and instead of you, focused on those gradings
The last time in high school, you stomped and stormed
and I relentlessly wondered what happened to my baby girl
The last time you shared your boy troubles and we shared until dawn like girlfriends
The last time you left the house……..
calling it yours, as opposed to your mom and dad’s.
There are plenty of lasts, to which I missed bidding farewells too
but guess what my child, I wouldn’t want to have any other way, in lieu.
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This is the second part of Missed Farewells. You can read the first part here: http://curatingthoughts.blog/2019/12/18/missed-farewells/
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Love this. And so it goes on. My children are all adults now, some parents… still, it continues.
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Once a mom, always a mom! ❤️
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Great one Pallavi. So deep!
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Thank you dear friend. ❤️
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My pleasure 😉
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Reliving nostalgic memories again through children. So many lasts, I already miss as my girls are growing up too fast ☹️😊
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Thanks for reading Deepika 🙂 I completely understand your feeling. If you have a few minutes, read the first part of the conversation, which’s my ‘lasts’, may be more in sync with your current feelings as a young mom 🙂 http://curatingthoughts.blog/2019/12/18/missed-farewells/
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What a beautiful continuation, Pallavi! There are so many things we all are doing for the last time without realising it in the moment, only if we can cherish them.
“The last time you left the house……..
calling it yours, as opposed to your mom and dad’s.” This one cut so deep. 💖💕
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