I was sitting in the car waiting for Charlie’s drum lesson to begin, when I caught a glance of my Mama.

I was sitting in the passenger seat, just relaxing for a few minutes, since we arrived quite early and I was staring off when I saw her. I saw her as I envision how she looks in my mind, when I was a little girl, and she was busy taking care of me and my siblings. It’s like time stood still and I had taken her place, as she “graduated.”

My Mama is now an Oma and I am the middle aged Mama taking her kids to their lessons. I still see her as she was in her 40s but she tells me that she doesn’t like close up pictures because she’s older now. I don’t see the wrinkles or age and still think she’s beautiful. I still see her as my Mama, and me as her little girl. But I see the wrinkles on my face in the mirror, so time must be passing. I feel like I’m still 24, but the mirror tells me otherwise and I understand what she means now.

I went to take a picture of her (me) in the mirror, but didn’t have my lipstick on, as she would. So I quickly snuck some on to recapture the image before taking a snapshot in time, with my little one photo bombing us in the background.

I love you my beautiful Mama!! Can’t wait to see you again.

xoxo