What are the moments that you remember for the rest of your life? They may not be dramatic, in fact they are often just ordinary events, but somehow they become precious memories. This holiday season, I was truly blessed with more than my fair share of special moments but one in particular stood out.
It was morning. My son and I sat in the solarium; the fireplace crackled in the living room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air and the family dogs were curled up at our feet, noses tucked into their paws. Over many cups of coffee, he and I talked about his plans for the future, his job, his new truck and his old friends.
For my son, life in British Columbia has become “home” and a trip to Mom and Dad’s is a “visit”. While I celebrate his independence, I can’t help but lament my maternal loss. In fact, I routinely rejoice in his manhood while wishing he was still the little boy who wrapped his tiny arms around me and snuggled his chubby cheeks into the curve of my neck.
It is what it is; life goes on and our children leave us. But for that morning, he was with me, sharing his thoughts and feelings, in a kitchen filled with sunshine and the aroma of coffee.
As he talked about his hopes and dreams, I found myself thinking that this moment was a slice of heaven, something to be savoured and cherished as it would be over all too soon. The phone would ring suddenly, an old friend would call him away to join in the festivities, time would slip away as it always does, and before you knew it, he would be flying back to BC.
Instead of grieving over his upcoming departure or trying to hold onto a moment that would soon pass away, I found myself grateful for the time we were sharing and couldn’t help but say, “This is just a slice of paradise, sitting here with you, talking and drinking coffee”.