A couple of months ago, I was making my way around my favorite thrift store. It’s one that supports a charity I heartily believe in, and they have really nice stuff. Suddenly, I spied a fancy old silver photo frame with plumeria-like flowers carved on it. It was really unique and appealing to me.
Immediately I thought of another DoNM blogger’s comment about forgiving her mother that I had read a couple of days before. I had a flash of a particularly nice photo of my mother, and how it would be great to put her photo in there and tell her periodically that I love and forgive her. It was a great idea at the time so I bought the frame and took it home. It made me feel really good.
I haven’t put the photo in there yet. A couple of days after I put the frame up on one of my display tables, intending to print up a nice copy of a photo of my mother, I had a particularly negative memory about her. Just one of the many things she’d said and done to me at some point.
The frame is still sitting there amongst my beloved plants and the sunlight streaming in through the sliding glass door with the pretty backdrop of nature outdoors. I suppose I may at one point put her photo in the frame. The fleeting idea of keeping her photo around and talking to her in a kindly way seemed like a really good idea, and probably still is. For the time being, however, it’s fallen by the wayside.
The quaintly pretty frame is still there…. albeit empty.
I feel that someday I’ll put my mother’s photo in there, and I’ll know when the time is right.