Today it caught me off guard.
For the past couple of weeks, I have been enjoying many-a-treat from colleagues and clients. No problem. And I've weathered the Christmas season without grief. Maybe a bit of sadness, missing mom, but mostly relaxing with fond memories. Even that was a huge shift for me.
So I wasn't expecting anything.
Then, today, with a bite of a snowflake cookie (very tasty) from a colleague, I had this sudden flash of mom's sugar cookie and shortbread. It took my breath away. And brought tears to my eyes.
Had to go in the back for a little cry.
Mom had all these little metal (aluminum?) cookie cutters, rolling around in a drawer, and this time of year, the same shapes would appear in cookie form, dotted with little red and green sprinkles: the star, the gingerbread man, the snowman, the Santa... Most of my mom memories are recent ones, but this is one from long ago, the taste of a cookie evoking childhood slivers of memory.
The struggle is still there. The pull between missing mom, and moving n. The dance between terrible grief and an accepting sadness shored up by love. The hole in my heart versus my heart bursting with love and appreciation for mom. How can I be all these things at once? How can I be of two hearts?
Overall, I'm good. My energy is on the side of acceptance and joy at how lucky I have been, and how grateful I am for mom, especially those last few years together.
But still, grief lingers. Or wafts. In and out. Strong and at bay. Never really gone, but no longer dominating.
It is less than a week until the anniversary of mom's passing (New Year's Eve), so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
But I'd fooled myself by doing ok. I forgot about how grief pounces. How it just erupts, when are least expecting it.
Except I supposed I should have expected it. Because I do still miss her so...
Ah, life is a journey.
Back to my day as a travel agent. I have quotes to do! Mom would love that.