There is a deep connection that we both feel
struggling to work out what it all means
he tries to run but instead he fights the urge
we may be ready now to join as one
Anon
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Every woman wants a strong, courageous man to take care of them, it’s human nature.
I am beginning to think my youngest child is actually an angel from heaven, you know the type ‘cheeky’ angel with a bit of slight devilment which keeps everyone on their toes, but are actually truly amazing. If you have heard of the term ‘indigo-child’ I think I am somewhere near. From here on in, I will call her Indigo.
She has done two things since Sunday which make me incredible proud. Sunday was her birthday, she was 6. I treated her to a day trip out and of course lots of presents, including her nails done at the nail salon-she was adamant!! (Me: Are you sure darling, you are only 6. Indigo: But mummy I want my nails doing just like you) How could I say no?! Anyway, as I tucked her up in bed on Sunday evening she threw her arms around my neck and said “Mummy this has been the best birthday ever, thank you so much for what you have done today!” She released my neck grabbed my cheeks with her tiny hands and planted a kiss on my lips, let go and gave me the biggest grin. My heart melted. It is not every day a ‘just gone’ 6 year old is able to show such gratitude.
The second thing came just last night, two days since her birthday. She knows I have been having a bit of a tough time recently. I treated her to homemade pancakes, it was Pancake Tuesday after all.. I let her smear on the nutella and rolling it up she said “mummy you are the best mummy in the world!” She then began to sing to me whilst eating her pancake “lean on me…..when you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend……I’ll help you carry on…” We are know the song by Al Green I am sure, even if you did not know it was Al Green that sang it, you will know the song trust me…. I do not even know where she has learnt this song. And when asked, she does not know either!
At this point I could have cried. How I have managed to raise such an emotionally aware child I will never know! She flashed me a big smile and said “Mummy I lean on you all the time don’t I? You can lean on me today.”
I love this girl, I am proud she is my daughter, she is like my little shadow, she will follow me to the end of the earth if that is where I am going. I wake up in a morning and there she is in bed next to me, after she has sneaked in, in the middle of the night.
No matter how hard life gets, there is one person who can always put a smile on your face. For me it is my youngest daughter. We have such a connection, that we do not even have to speak to each other and we know what we are thinking. I believe she is a soul mate of mine (yes relatives, friends etc can be soul mates too…..)
Indigo, you are truly amazing and always an inspiration to me. You never fail to amaze me with your wise words, too wise for such a young girl. I love you xxxxx
Related:
http://www.sophiagubb.com/how-to-tell-if-you-are-indigo/
Whilst writing for the latest WP Challenge, I found this difficult. Not because I did not know what to write about, for me this was easy. The topic was Object, and as there is one object which is more important to me than anything else. But because I did not realise it would stir up so emotion. I was literally sat there typing away, tears welling up in my eyes. I do not feel sad however, as I see this last post as a tribute to my wonderful grandma and remembering the good times has made me happy. Thank you for the time we spent together grandma, you were an amazing woman and a true inspiration. My hero, my role model!
https://blogizing.wordpress.com/2014/02/25/weekly-writing-challenge-object-my-grandmas-reindeer/
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/24/writing-challenge-
I walked into the room, heart pounding and mouth dry. The bright lights hurting my eyes as I walked down the corridor. I turned right down another long hallway. Each step becoming harder than the one before. My legs felt like jelly. My head was buzzing and I felt dizzy and sick. Eventually I saw Ward 9, I turned right and pulled open the heavy wooden door. I squirted on some antibacterial hand gel and rubbed it into my hands whilst walking towards the nurses desk. I cleared my throat and asked her where she was. I was directed down towards the end of the ward into the last room. There she lay in the bed, looking so tiny. Much smaller than usual. Her curly grey hair still looking perfect. She knew someone was there but she did nt know who it was as her eyes were severely affected by cataracts. I walked over to the bed, took her hand and said “Hello Grandma”. “Hello love” she managed. She knew who I was. My grandma and I had a close relationship. I sat next to her and stroked her hair. I tried to speak to her without letting her know how upset I was. The nurse came in and I asked her how she had been over night. “She has been quite stable” she said. “She looks much better today” I said, trying to be optimistic. The nurse smiled at me but said nothing, and then carried about her business. I kissed my grandma on the cheek and said “I will see you later grandma, I will be back later, I promise.” “OK” she croaked whilst managing a smile and nodding slowly.
I walked out of the ward with the intention of going to the canteen for a cup of coffee. I was tired. I had not had much sleep as I had been worried about my grandma. I reached a chair in one of the corridors and decided to sit down. I began thinking of all the things we had done together. The holidays we had been on. The time in Ibiza when she sat on a wall with white trousers on and when she stood up they were red, she was covered in ants!
As a child I often stayed with her on a weekend. I loved going. I loved walking her dog, Snowy, up and down the cobbled back street. The same street my uncle, (only 9 years older than me, he was the youngest of her children), had taught me to ride a bike on an adult full sized BMX when aged only 8 years old. I could not even touch the floor and had to balance the bike against the wall to climb on! In school holidays I remember being looked after by my grandma with my siblings and cousins. My Grandma’s cooking was the best, macaroni cheese and homemade chips was my favourite.
I used to sit on the sofa in her living room and watch TV, all snuggled up with her woolen Scottish tartan blanket. One time I was laid on the floor in front of the hot fire watching my favourite TV program after school, my grandma downstairs cooking tea. All of a sudden a little white mouse ran across the front of me from behind her glass cabinet which stored all her trinkets and ornaments bought for her over the years by her children and grandchildren. I remember thinking it was cute, but I screamed anyway. I remember grandma telling me not to be scared and to think how scared the poor little mouse was seeing me on the floor, as I was a lot bigger than the mouse! That made me laugh.
Every Christmas day was spent at grandma’s with all my aunts, uncles and cousins. One year all 11 grandchildren lined up and we sang “Grandma we love you”.
A more recent memory of 5 or 6 years before floated back, when grandma has made me a royal blue and bottle green tartan pinafore dress. I remember being stood in her front room whilst trying on my new dress. Her laughing at me when I said I had ‘boobies’ telling me they were like ‘fried eggs’. I was only 12, and my grandma was a 40DD bra size. I can see now why she found it so funny.
She was how grandmas are supposed to be. She made and repaired things, clothes etc, she cooked and she cleaned, she treated us to presents and fed us lots of biscuits and cakes. My grandma was from Scotland but she was far from the stereotype of being stingy with money, she was the exact opposite, and in fact the most generous person I knew.
Just then my mobile rang. It was my uncle asking me to go back to the ward as the doctor wanted to speak with me. When I arrived, I was lead into a side room and I sat down on one of the chairs. My uncle was there, he looked at me and instead of talking he began to cry. I had never seen my uncle cry before. It was hard to see, a 6 ft 4 inch stocky man, eyes red from the tears, looking heart broken. I looked at the floor and said “has she gone?” “No, but she is not well”. Managed my uncle, at that point he broke down again. “We have tried to give her another blood transfusion but nothing is working for her any more. I am sorry but it is only a matter of time now.” I stared at the doctor as the words fell out of his mouth, like lead to the floor. Each word washing over me, but it did not really sink in. All I could think was ‘that’s it, she is going.’ I dropped to my knees and I cried, harder than I had ever cried before. Even when my mum and dad divorced, I do not remember crying so hard. heart ached, I felt like my world was falling apart around me. My grandma was like a second mum to me. In fact I told my grandma things I could not speak to my mum about. My grandma had looked after my first child, which I had when I was only 17. My grandma never judged me, she did nothing but support me. She took me and my son on trips with her Pensioners Club to the seaside. My son adored her, he used to help her do the gardening and loved hanging the washing out on the line with her, she made it fun. She even played football with him in the garden, despite her having a double hip replacement only a couple of years previously. She was one person that my son would do absolutely anything for.
I stopped crying and wiped away the tears. “I want to see her.” I said as I walked out of the side room and into hers. My grandma was laid in bed asleep. “Hi grandma” I said. “Hello dear” she managed quietly. A tear ran down my cheek. “Are you ok?” I said. She nodded and smiled. I sat next to her, perched on the bed and held her hand. “I love you grandma” I said. “I love you too.” She replied. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and said “I’ll see you again soon grandma.” She looked in my direction, but I know she would nt have been able to see my face because of her cataracts, but she stared in my direction, smiled at me and said “yes”. The doctor had n’t said anything to her, but I knew she could tell that this was the last time we were to see each other, in this life time. I hugged her tight and kissed her again on the cheek and with that I let go of her hand, I turned and began to walk away. Tears streaming down my face I turned to look at her one last time. She had closed her eyes and looked peaceful with a smile on her face. I smiled back and whispered “love you grandma, I will see you again.” At that moment I thought in my head ‘Please angels take good care of her, she is so precious.’
I turned and walked down the corridor. As I reached the door I heard the nurses rushing, I turned around and saw them heading towards the end room. I knew that was it, she was gone. I walked out of the hospital and sat in my car. I held between my palms the little reindeer broach my grandma had given to me, just before she had gone into hospital. That was 6 years ago. I still speak to her on a daily basis and keep that reindeer close. To anyone else that reindeer is nt worth anything else, it is nt made from gold or any other precious metal, but it was my grandmother’s. I had bought it for her one Christmas when I was 11 years old with my pocket money from the local market. She had kept it all those years, until I was 27. That meant so much to me. I will always have a bond with my grandma and even though physically she is not here, I know she is around.
My final tribute to grandma was the song I chose for her funeral. “Grandma we love you” by St Winifred’s Choir. That seemed like the only choice for me.
“One day grandma I will see you again, that day will be when the angels are also looking after me. But until then I will keep close to me the only thing I have left, our little reindeer. And of course, our memories.”
I often see repeating numbers, and usually when I am going through a shift or change around in life, I see them regularly, sometimes numerous times a day. I decided to find out what these numbers mean.
When you see the repeating 222, 2222 whether these are on receipts, bills, letters, cars, or the time on a clock 22:22, or anywhere and everywhere this means that your thoughts are correct. You may be going through a difficult time or not really know what decision to make. The sight of repeating 2’s are confirmation you are thinking the right thing. Everything will be ok, have faith as the issue will be resolved in the best way. It is also a sign of manifestation, so ensure your thoughts are positive and of what you want in your life.
As with all signals from our angels or guides acknowledge what you have seen and smile, inside and out. Do not worry, for everything will be ok.
When you think about yourself as a person, how do you see yourself? It is difficult to describe to other people as perception is objective. The words you use can give another person a different understanding or ‘picture’ than what you really mean. This is why I have decided to prepare a mood board of my favourite pictures, images and objects which I believe truly represent me as a person. I found this extremely therapeutic and helped me to focus on me as a person just for a little while. It is difficult to get lost in today’s hectic world. It is important to spend a little bit of time each day on yourself! I would love to hear your feed back. Why don’t you try this for yourself?
Eat, Pray, Love. Julia Roberts
Have a go, you may even learn something about yourself 🙂
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