*click on image to enlarge view - Mom and II never much looked like a little girl. I think my hair finally surpassed my shoulders in the 6th grade for the first time in my life. Running around half naked with fair skin and blond hair in Africa, early on in life, among the native Arab children in 100 degree heat and 90% humidity, didn't lend itself to braids and bows, dresses and mary-janes.
My mother was never a girly-girl either; no makeup, no hair product, no sparkly jewelry or shiny wardrobe and I think I took after her in that regard. She is just a natural woman who spends more time caring for those around her than she does herself; selfless and loving and I miss her so.
I miss both of my parents, who are a country and an ocean away now. I am not sure why all of the nostalgia lately. Looking through old family photos while going through old shoe boxes probably had something to do with it. There is something so comforting in knowing that I had such a special childhood and shared a bond with my family that even distance can't touch. And there is also great comfort in knowing that Delta has flights daily.
And although I can only get a trace of this memory (i think i was 2 or 3) I somehow remember the taste of this pudding, which I can only describe as the most glorious vanilla/caramel childhood treat that I am sure ever existed, at least in my humble little universe. Viva le France and their untouchable pudding!
Lovely post - I understand the ebb and flow of nostalgia and thoughts of home. This made me think of these pretty Lisa Hannigan lyrics:
ReplyDeleteWant you at my gentle spoken friend I lack a frame to put you in when
You're an ocean and a rock away
I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat my fingers wrap around your
Words they take the shape of games we play
I feed your words through my buttonholes I pin them to my fingerless
Gloves green and prone to fraying
Thoughts of you, warm my bones I'm on the way, I'm on the phone, Lets
Get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.
I am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an
Ocean and a rock away
I keep you in the pockets of my dresses and the bristles of my brushes
Spin you into my curls today
I spoon you into my coffee cup, spin you through a delicate wash I wear
You all day, I wear you all day
Thoughts of you warm my bones I'm on the way, I'm on the phone lets
Get lost, me and you an ocean and a rock is nothing to me
Thoughts of you, warm my bones, I'm on the way, I'm nearly home, Lets
Get lost, me and you an ocean and a rock is nothing to me
Thank you for sharing these lovely lyrics Sara!
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