I’ve been thinking about this topic for a few weeks. It was chosen by Mark from The Butler and Bagman Chronicles for Mothers Day. Mark is largely absent from the shoot outs these days, life is interfering as it has a habit of doing, but hopefully he will be here for the topic of his choice, and it is bound to be entertaining.
My mind has been flying off all over the place, thinking how marvellous it is, this sense of touch, and how wonderful is motherhood, not to mention grandmotherhood.
There are hundreds of things I like to touch, probably thousands, but I couldn’t do justice to them. I love what I call my treasures, the little things around the house that hold a memory. I like to touch them, to hold that memory. A little rock which my grand-daughter turned into something special. The little buddha a dear friend gave me as a gift. They are cold and hard but the touch of them delights my senses.
My children’s arms around me in this photo which I refer to as Headless Chook reunited with her Chicks.
But my favourite? It’s something that nothing else can rival. The rush of so many emotions that accompanies the touch of a new born baby:
Makes me feel like I could touch the sky:
To see the interpretation of the others in the Friday Shoot Out team, just click here.
