Being All Souls Day, I thinking of my Mom and my Dad, who are both deceased. My most fond memories of my Mom are not the gifts she bought me, or the activities she took me to, but the warm, comfort of her lap. I remember the pale blue quilted robe she wore, the smell of White Shoulders, and the softness of her hands. I loved her reading to me, especially fairy tales.
Wednesday is usually a very busy day around these parts. In the morning, Bumblebee has her once a week Fine Arts class, and I take that time in the morning to clean my friend's house. Then we run errands, go grocery shopping, etc., etc., However, today was different.
On the way to school, Bumblebee started coughing and threw up all over herself and the car seat. So, it was back home for comfort and clean-up. Fortunately, Daddy came to the rescue and took the car seat to be professionally cleaned.
For the past week, we have been passing around a nasty cold in our family, and it has settled in Bumblebee and my lungs. As I sat with her in my lap freshly bathed and clothed, she looked at me and said, "Mommy, can we relax today?"
"Yes, honey, let's read a book."