Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Missing the Giggles!

 “It is the folk that depend on us for this and for the other
that we most do miss.
So the mother is more let and hindered
lacking the little creatures clinging to her skirt
than she is when they be there,
for she has no heart for her work.”
                     Mary Webb

   I hear the giggles, and the laughter from down the hall, for a brief moment I am whisked back to another time.
 My girls as children were playing with their toys, or as teenagers listening to the loud unexplainable music. Together always talking about their lives, school, and any problems they may be dealing with.
 I hear them giggle, and laugh at one another’s jokes. This has always been a comforting sound for me. I knew they were safe and happy.
 These days I see them together sporadically; they both have very busy lives. I am still comforted by the sounds of the laughter, and giggles echoing down the hallway.
 Their lives revolve in a different world, a world mostly unknown to me. They’re taking their own journey just as we had done many years before.
 We try to pass on our knowledge of past mistakes, and lessons we have learned. My experience is if they ask, they listen more intently. They have to learn most lessons by themselves.
 I am listening to these giggles, and this laughter, imprinting the sound in my mind, ready to pull it out when I am missing them, and need to hear it.
 I am smiling, trying to contain the tears, knowing our time together is coming to an end very soon. We will take K to the train station and the giggles will not echo down the hall till the next visit. 
Miss you K.



  1. You're gonna make me cry.

    Cindy Bee

  2. I just love laughing with my sister.

  3. Awwww -- changes in the family dynamic are always tough.

    Big hugs to you, B. :)

  4. lots of emotions spilling in this one...

  5. Yes, difficult to see them leave even when it is to learn and grow. Hope they stay close though phone and internet. Thank goodness we have that.

    BTW: Cool shoes!

  6. Smiling in recognition through my tears.

  7. Moody shot!! Boom & Gary of the Vermilon River, Canada.

  8. Buttons, This reminded me of the night my mum died. We were all in the kitchen and she had a bed in the livingroom. We would all go in to spend time with her one at a time and return to the kitchen to chat. I was talking and laughing, making the others laugh at the same time. My father came in and told me in no uncertain terms, to stop doing it. I told him that the one last thing my mother would want to hear is her childrens laughter. Maa.

  9. Maa I agree with this idea. My Dad died at home and the doctor wanted us to be quiet and not laugh, we knew my Dad and that this would be a comfort to him. We did not stop laughing. Not many people understand this. I hope when my time comes my girls will be laughing and giggling in the next room so I can go in peace knowing they were happy. Laughter is a great medicine and comfort to all. Thanks Maa for reminding me. Good for you and your sisters for knowing your Mom. B

  10. I can so relate to what you are feeling. I love the quote at the beginning of the post...

    Blessings, Debbie

  11. Ah Buttons, once again you've tapped into such rich emotions. I also love the to and fro thoughts you and Maa shared just above. What a dreary old world it would be without the sound of laughter... without experiencing laughter! Cheers :D)

  12. Thanks for the reminder to enjoy each giggle...(and the complaints too;))


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