This morning, the hug I knew I needed showed up warm and comfortable slow and lingering cozy and familiar Like the pink and grey loppie sweater my Nanny Baker knit for me when I was 7 that made me feel soft and pretty.
This hug didn’t come from any one person, Instead, it arrived from within an echo of our mother’s motherhood the manners that she insisted upon integrity, carefully installed. This hug came in the form of thriving saplings sprouted from seeds of attention and kindness. Now, evidently rooted within my children.
This embrace, cradled me with hope for our community reflections of pride ripple in and ripple out of our village Good humans the spread of joy contagious laughter. A kiss on the lips from a handsome and loving husband leaving for work.
Today, I feel like I am still seen from above as so below.
~Rachelle M. Turple-Christmas
*Written after reading a social media post praising the polite behaviour of students from Sir Robert Borden Junior High School at our local Randy's Pizza place in Cole Harbour, NS. I'm so proud of the kids, namely our youngest son, the "tall soccer player". This comes 2 weeks after the passing of my mother and felt like a warm hug. The tears of joy were welcomed.
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