A Photo For My Mother..
This particular photo was taken before I was old enough to hold onto the memory. But my father, and his mad photography skills, caught it all in this moment. We are on Trafalgar Square, a hundred years ago, when you could still feed the pigeons. Mum is squeezing onto a tiny me while they peck and swoop and surround us in a chaotic ,and probably loud, swarm; all with a big smile on her face.
It occurred to me that this is what my mum has always done, pigeons or no pigeons. Life has tried to take bites out of me, tried to scare me and tried to swarm about me and overwhelm me, but Mum has always held on; always made sure she was there.
For this, there is no way to thank you enough. I think the best present for this Mother's Day is becoming a Grandmother to my Brother's beautiful little boy. Mother.. and Grandmother.
And you are GRAND INDEED...
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” —Maya Angelou