Yesterday Mum asked me what my mother’s song was. It really caught me by surprise. Many people have turned that question around and I have been lost for words...perhaps by the time I have written the book my answer will change. Maybe our mother’s songs will always shift and ebb. Sound different in a variety of moments, at varied points along the way.
My mother’s song is something strong and soft all at once. Something that has been through grit, yet is compassionate, and kind, and never forgets to find beauty amongst the disregarded.
Right now my mother’s song is a power ballad. Tina turner style, glittery dress, all mouth and teeth, belted out at the top of your lungs.