How the daughter gave her mother the emotional support, when the mother most needed it, how she'd, helped her mother alleviated, reduced her stress of life, by doing these little things that helps her to de-stress…translated…
Due to my husband's court case back then, the household was under low barometric pressures, and often, a careless word can, cause a massive, volcanic eruption.
I'd decided to move with him to the home we had up the mountains, so the kids can, live normal without our fighting. My daughter did not want to live with her older brother and sister-in-law, and rented out, and all of a sudden, our household split into, three, for the sake of reducing the daily frictions, so we can, get by with our days without the troubles.
And yet, as a mother, I'd, worried about my young. Especially my daughter, who's now, renting a place out alone, I'd always, worried if she had enough to eat? Would she come across dangers, as she goes home from her overtime? There would always be those, scary thoughts that came to my mind, and I'd, freaked myself out.
Maybe, my will was, too strong, that my will rolled down the hills, to my daughter's, heart. Very first thing she does when she got back home, was to, call me up to tell me she'd arrived home safe. And every time I'd heard her call, "Mommy", my unsettled heart started, calming, down.
pampered by her daughter...like this
photo from online
The days in the mountains were spent, in meeting up with the attorney, waiting for trial, the verdict, appeal, finding the evidence, then waiting for further, notices. As my daughter heard my first response of "hello", she'd, immediately become able to tell the mood I was, in. Her sensitivity was close to clairvoyant, "What's wrong?" I'd not wanted to worry her who's just off work, "everything's fine, go get your supper!", she's not that easily, fooled, however, "something's totally, up! Tell me, or I won't be able to, eat." And normally, by this time, I was, already, almost, crying.
To help me relax, she'd signed the two of us up for the trips, during those few days, I'd felt pampered, and cared for like a child, like I was, her, baby. Everything I wanted to eat, she'd, set the menus up to my, liking, what's more, when afternoons rolled around, I'd shown my fatigue, and that was when she'd told me playfully, "Let's take a nap!" but, does anyone take a nap on their, trips? Yes WE do, we actually, went back into the hotel to do it.
The daughters are warm like the cotton filled coat, well, mine is more like my, underwear!
This is the attentiveness of a daughter toward her mother's, emotions, maybe the daughter was this sensitive growing up, or maybe, it's the situations of the family, that's made her, this, sensitive, but it gives the mother a safe place, to feel pampered, and that, is sometimes what the parents needed too, and this daughter gave the opportunity to her mother, to feel loved and cherished like a child again.
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