Magical Memories

Remember that time you giggled for the first time? Not just laughter but a full on hardcore giggle that was totally infectious and would not stop, for any reason, not at all. I though, stopped in my tracks. Was there something wrong? Were you having a seizure? I panicked. Most kids were laughing a long time ago. Why now? Shit. You just carried on though, full of beans. I waited, not sure how to react. Call an ambulance or giggle too? Slowly hoping, this was you having found your voice, your giggly spot. Then realising, you had! I cried predictably, happy tears, ecstatic tears, to hear my boy, laugh so heartily and enthusiastically, from nowhere. Zero to full throttle in giggles. Perfect. Then I told the world. Everyone I knew. My son laughed. Really laughed though, a proper belly laugh. Amazing!

That was a magical moment.

The joy of seeing you in the hydrotherapy pool. Those tight, contracted muscles, completely relaxed, the strain on your face would disappear and you were at peace with that huge grin lighting up your face, to say to all, this is heavenly, come on in! You communicated very well when you needed too.

Coming to pick you up from primary school not long after you had started, frantically hoping and praying you were ok. Then seeing you all snuggled in to your favourite teaching assistants chest. All cushioned into her bosom, that left mine to shame and you snoring away loudly, happily and contentedly. Not a care in the world. There you were telling me, its pretty good here mum.

Or the memories that give me the most joy of you and your two brothers. One, kissing you, the other wrapped around your legs. One holding your hand, the other wiping your chin. The three of you, just so in sync. They helped you when you were uncomfortable, repositioned you, sat you forward, talked to you and reassured you. You would look around searching for them and talk right back at them. Shouting when they needed it. You would give as good as you got. No it didn’t make sense, your sounds were unique but to the three of you, there was understanding and love. That memory is my favourite. What you taught and gave to your brothers in love and compassion and what they in return gave you was incredibly special to watch, as your mum.

So many magical memories I treasure.

But mostly I remember the feel of your hair, the sound of your voice and the light, mischief and strength of your spirit. I was so incredibly lucky to be your mum. Truly.

Thanks for choosing me.

Love ya!

Memories – Maroon 5. Remembering my boy Jermaine, who passed away 15 years ago today at age 13. Remembering the magical memories.