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cierrablueWhen my mom died, everyone said I'd dream about her. I could hardly wait to see her in my dreams. Even now, it makes me misty thinking about the longing I felt. It's been three years and I've only encountered her twice in dreams and only for a moment.
I realized I hear her in my head constantly. Whenever I take a drink of water, she sings "Cool, Clear Water." When I'm about to go outside in the wind or rain, she sings "Button Up Your Overcoat." All day long, "Bill Bailey," "Summertime," and "Mairzy Doats" float in and out of my usual earworms of Billie Eilish or Dodie.
I don't see her in my dreams very often because I spend the day with her. All the little songs of my childhood. It's kind of sweet how I get to carry that toddler/mother sweetness throughout my day. And I hadn't even noticed, it's so engrained. Hmmm.
I realized I hear her in my head constantly. Whenever I take a drink of water, she sings "Cool, Clear Water." When I'm about to go outside in the wind or rain, she sings "Button Up Your Overcoat." All day long, "Bill Bailey," "Summertime," and "Mairzy Doats" float in and out of my usual earworms of Billie Eilish or Dodie.
I don't see her in my dreams very often because I spend the day with her. All the little songs of my childhood. It's kind of sweet how I get to carry that toddler/mother sweetness throughout my day. And I hadn't even noticed, it's so engrained. Hmmm.
