I just finished doing a load of dishes that could easily be described as gigantic. While I was doing this, I kept going over a conversation I had with my mother many years ago.
I asked her who of her children she loved the most. I don't recall the reason for my question, nor whether I secretly hoped she would say me. She didn't say what many mothers say when asked that question - that she loves each child the same or that it is impossible to compare that. Instead she looked straight at me and said that when she is was with one of us, that was the child that was on her mind, the child that filled her heart and whom she loved the most.
I always liked that concept but I never fully understood it. And before we had Magnus I was puzzled as to how I would ever love another child as much as I loved Samuel.
And then we had Magnus, and I understand now. Because when I am with him, he fills my heart, I think he is the most beautiful child to have ever walked the earth, I love him so much and I am so, so glad I am his mother. And when I am with Samuel it is he, who fills my heart, who is the most beautiful child.
Isn't it weird how the mind and the heart works?
However, what I think is even more strange is that I had 12 people over for candy-production and dinner today, we had a great time, many laughs - no, it is not strange that I had people over today. What is strange is that that old conversation is what my brain chose to have playing inside my brain instead of some of the great moments from today.
Should I be worried?
1 comment:
Men det var en herlig konfektdag. Lidt ærgerligt, at vi måtte gå midt i det hele, men vi havde også en super aften. Glæder mig meget til næste geniale påhit fra din side - alle burde faktisk have en Lene i deres vennekreds.
Tak for sidst:-)
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