Love is wonderful and what better way to celebrate it
than when long lost family members meet together.
I was blessed to have a reunion not so long ago with a cousin I had last seen let's say a very long time ago. Thanks to social media and other wonders of the 21st century we had somehow kept in touch and I had virtually met her family of 6 kids, yes 6 amazing kids and I'm shy to say she is 5 years my junior.
Well the moment I met and we held each other at the airport after what felt like a zillion years was surreal, there as we embraced and as I slowly took in her features all I could see was the little girl of my youth. I was so happy that my face felt like it would split from all the joy.
Over the days we had together we laughed, we hushed one another and laughed again at nothing and everything as we caught up on lost time, retelling stories from way back .
In spite of the distance the stories of our lives had continued to unfold creating a beautiful web of love. Here was this mother of six who as we interacted was daughter, sister, wife, and mother yet still a young girl at heart. Her army of 6 a handful half the time was as can be expected a lot for me to process and yet seeing how she related and knew each of them individually revealed to me God's love for us. I have always wondered how God can love us equally and often tease a certain friend of mine that she is His favorite. But seeing this my little cousin(try as I might, I still view her as a baby) with her babies, I was charmed by her obvious affection for each one of them, they were well cared for and I noticed she had a purpose.
As we bonded
exploring new frontiers
in all the
areas we love, fashion, beauty, entertainment, wellness, work, dreaming up; girls just being girls,
she made it seem like being a woman and a mother was one of the easier things . She had slid into it
carrying everything on
her back and shoulders.
Candidly honest, she told me much as she loved her children jealously, having
some me time or adult company was her idea of a dream holiday.
This was more evident when her mother my loving aunt joined us. The age difference among us ceased to exist and it's like we had spun into a whole new universe as I saw my aunt in a whole new light, a little girl at heart just like all of us. She was not only a mother but a more experienced peer .
With a lightness of touch in that moment I realized here was this 60 year old woman happy to let her hair down and here was her daughter a mother too letting herself not only be a girl but be her mummy’s baby. And as I looked on I realized that mothers never out grow their babies and that inside every independent, self-assured woman is a little girl. No doubt being a woman is indisputably admirable but if I had to choose I would be a girl all the time.
I was blessed to have a reunion not so long ago with a cousin I had last seen let's say a very long time ago. Thanks to social media and other wonders of the 21st century we had somehow kept in touch and I had virtually met her family of 6 kids, yes 6 amazing kids and I'm shy to say she is 5 years my junior.
Well the moment I met and we held each other at the airport after what felt like a zillion years was surreal, there as we embraced and as I slowly took in her features all I could see was the little girl of my youth. I was so happy that my face felt like it would split from all the joy.
Over the days we had together we laughed, we hushed one another and laughed again at nothing and everything as we caught up on lost time, retelling stories from way back .
In spite of the distance the stories of our lives had continued to unfold creating a beautiful web of love. Here was this mother of six who as we interacted was daughter, sister, wife, and mother yet still a young girl at heart. Her army of 6 a handful half the time was as can be expected a lot for me to process and yet seeing how she related and knew each of them individually revealed to me God's love for us. I have always wondered how God can love us equally and often tease a certain friend of mine that she is His favorite. But seeing this my little cousin(try as I might, I still view her as a baby) with her babies, I was charmed by her obvious affection for each one of them, they were well cared for and I noticed she had a purpose.
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This was more evident when her mother my loving aunt joined us. The age difference among us ceased to exist and it's like we had spun into a whole new universe as I saw my aunt in a whole new light, a little girl at heart just like all of us. She was not only a mother but a more experienced peer .
With a lightness of touch in that moment I realized here was this 60 year old woman happy to let her hair down and here was her daughter a mother too letting herself not only be a girl but be her mummy’s baby. And as I looked on I realized that mothers never out grow their babies and that inside every independent, self-assured woman is a little girl. No doubt being a woman is indisputably admirable but if I had to choose I would be a girl all the time.
