If Paradise Is A Pizza

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”.

Indeed, if Paradise is a pizza, that moment was a large one.

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About Lady Boomer

A voice for lady boomers, Bette Hodgins is a writer, life enthusiast and navel-gazer. Unfortunately navel lint keeps cluttering up her path to enlightenment, but she is nothing if not persistent in her journey of life!
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3 Responses to If Paradise Is A Pizza

  1. Mary says:

    Bette,
    Thanks for sharing this special time with us. The atmosphere sounded lovely and the time seemed relaxed. It says a lot about you that your son included you in his hopes and dreams. It reminds me of a conversation with my sister over Xmas. She told me her daughter and son-in-law came to visit from BC. For four days they lazed around the house, no running around sightseeing or visiting, just quality time with Mum and Dad.

    I’m lucky that both my son and daughter have families only 15 and 20 minutes up the road. But it’s also rare to have that quiet quality time devoted to introspection – that large pizza in paradise.

    Mary

  2. Connie says:

    Bette
    Yes, it is the moments that are special, not the days, weeks or years. And as you know, by being fully present and aware in those moments, you not only received full value for that time itself, but you created a memory that would last much longer that even the week-long visit.
    Bravo!

  3. Linda says:

    I too have a son and his family in B.C. and miss them terribly whenever something exciting or awful happens here. Thank goodness for Skype, although the grandgirls are still young enough to be more interested in the funny faces they can make on the Skype screen than answering Gramma’s dumb questions about what happened in school that week!
    I’ve also been going thru old photos and my “memory” box these past few weeks while I was off work with a horrendous cough/cold. Everytime I go thru these, I discard or give away just a few things – Graham can keep his own scrapbook now. But the happiness that those memories bring can’t be measured – as Connie and Bette describe so well, they must be savoured as moments in time.

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