This was a melancholy morning. I took my time getting out of bed and even though I slept well, I woke up tired. For some reason, even my coffee didn’t taste very good.
I got ready for work, patted Nyx on the head while reminding her to be a good girl while I was gone, and headed out the door. Even she looked melancholy but I guess that’s how she looks every time I leave her.
I am a music person. I have many playlists on my phone. Awhile back I told you about a song I listened to every morning on my drive to work. But I began to feel that my whole life was stuck in a rut so I needed to change things up a bit. I listened to that particular song every morning for about a year and a half. It served its purpose. Now I play an assortment of music.
This morning I scrolled through my playlists. Every single one of them mean something special to me. I stopped at My Soul. It is my newest playlist and will contain songs of great significance to me. Currently, there is but one song in there.
This song touches me deeply. And it did from the first time I heard it. It is called “The Sacrifice of Faramir” from The Return of the King, the third part of The Lord of the Rings. For some reason I am drawn to it. My daughter, Denae, sings it beautifully. And I have made a request that she sing it at my memorial.
This morning I chose this playlist to listen to. I turned it on and as soon as it began, I flashed back many years to when my kids were young, when they were still mine, and we were watching LOTR together. I can vividly see them sitting on the floor intently watching this wonderful story about the best of friendships. My heart almost stopped at the memory. I turned the song off before I went into a full blown cry fest. It happened so quickly.
The rest of my drive was spent deep in thought about the song, my children, and the name of this playlist. I realized just how much my children are pieces of my soul. Whenever they hurt I do too. Just as if I was the one enduring the pain and heartache. Whenever they are happy, my heart rejoices with them.
Having children is so much more than just having children. Your soul divides and each child is given a piece of you. How I miss being a mom to my young children. Those are the years I cherish.
My soul wanders about this earth in other bodies and in many different places. I hope they know that they carry the best part of me. I am far from perfect, but I managed to save the very best pieces for them. ♥️
If you by chance come across these any of these six beautiful people you would be blessed. Know that they are the very best of me.