'I want my Mummy...'

I want my Mummy are not words that a fiftysomething woman should be thinking.  But a trip to the shops has left me feeling with an empty ache for the anchor lady in my life who died nearly 20 years ago. 

With shelves and aisles brimming with Mother's day ideas, flowers  and chocolates being hurriedly packed onto the shelves by staff  who are oblivious to other customers waiting for service, the loneliness of being without a mother is re-enforced. 

Of course I would not have expected her to be with us still, but there are times when I have an overwhelming surge of need to smell her aroma, hear her voice and feel her delicate arms clasp my body.  A  knot tightens in my throat and tears are ready to cascade, before I pull myself together and remember this emotion has to be directed into the love for our two Darlings.  Making sure they feel they are at the centre of our world, gives them that inner confidence only a parent can bring.