Son “Mum, which smile do you like best – one, two, or three?” Isaac demonstrated smiles one to three and waited for my opinion. I didn’t tell him that there was very little difference between them. All three were small, quiet, slightly shy smiles. I chose number two because I knew it would satisfy him to have an answer, this four-year-old who was thinking about his smile, trying it out before committing it to the world.
You should know I love your writing. I find it a hard read because we are now our mothers. I myself am now my Grandmother. Our lives are coming to it’s conclusion sooner then we’d wish. My mother is still here in this world fighting for every day. You keep writing and I for one will keep reading.
Oh Amy, tears are streaming down my face. So relatable, and you’re such a gifted writer. Thank you for this. Today my daughter is driving back to college and her “other life”, and I’m feeling it all…
You should know I love your writing. I find it a hard read because we are now our mothers. I myself am now my Grandmother. Our lives are coming to it’s conclusion sooner then we’d wish. My mother is still here in this world fighting for every day. You keep writing and I for one will keep reading.
Oh Amy, tears are streaming down my face. So relatable, and you’re such a gifted writer. Thank you for this. Today my daughter is driving back to college and her “other life”, and I’m feeling it all…
Beautiful., Amy. Thank you!