When this challenge popped up in my inbox this morning my first thought, of course, was my kids. I’ve been a mom half my life now so when I look back through my years they’re the first thing I see. Little fingers and toes, bedtime stories and bandaids, and so many nights spent just watching them sleep..
I miss it sometimes, and I’d do it again, but I wouldn’t go back for all the money in the world. I wouldn’t necessarily use nostalgic to describe the way I feel about their lives; that would be more along the lines of being proud to have survived..
The word nostalgia in itself speaks of the longings of my dreams, of going back to how tomorrow came to be…
It’s getting lost in an old picture of the way I used to dance because I always had a song stuck in my head.. It’s reading poetry I wrote at seventeen. It’s having memories of time spent down in Rosarito Beach before my sister died and momma lost her smile..