To making things special…
We’re at that age, I keep thinking. Hours ago I sent another friend/client my condolences on the loss of her beloved mom.
I then walked into my closet to change for dinner and was reminded of something I did to help my nervous system soothe, to continue to make things special (my Mom loved doing that) slash help me continue to create what feel like moments, maybe even special memories with my Mom, even though she’s not here.
How do you that, you might ask?
Well, there are many ways. One involves or has involved for me, hanging her clothes, now mine, on uniquely colored hangers so that when I see them, I take a moment, I pause… and so far, that’s what I do very often. It puts a pause in the rush of my day. I smile, my mood elevates or calms. It’s magical, really. I didn’t expect it.
My own clothes have hung on these pink hangers and so I chose white for hers.
I have quite a few of her clothes (she was taller but we wore just about the same size and our style was similar), so I have many creamy hangers flanking or saluting me when I walk into my closet.
It’s not so much the clothes or hangers that bring up the sweetness (although the clothes do help — I remember her wearing and loving a lot of these items), but more the tenderness around the decision that went into doing this in the first place, to making remembrance a daily thing (it’ll be three years in six days and she comes to mind, clothes, hangers or not, at least a few times per 24 hours).
I love that.
And I love her.
To all who have lost a mother (maybe even a couple mothers, biological or not), and no matter how long it’s been, my love, lots of it, to you and you and you.
Enjoy your business, enjoy your life!
Life is good,