Mothering Sunday Dream
Picture of my husband Fran ,me and mammy in the garden in Ballindrait in the 1960s
Since tomorrow is Mothering Sunday I thought I might share this strange thing…
I had a strange dream last night. I dreamt I went back to the house when I was brought up in Ballindrait, Co Donegal. My mother and one of my brothers was there. I think it might have been Joe. I was wearing 1960s clothes: a ‘drindle’ skirt and a white blouse with deep turned back lapels. And my hair was long and wavy as it would have been then. I heard myself say out loud, “I am glad to be home.”
My mother went into the kitchen and returned with a large birthday card. On it was written how much she loved me. The card itself was covered in red roses.
You may think that is not an unusual thing for a mother to give her daughter a birthday card but when I was growing up birthday cards were not given like they are now.
The dream was very vivid and when I woke I remembered all the details.
My mother Madge had been dead for over twenty years. I think of her often but I rarely dream of her.
The dream didn’t frighten or upset me. Quite the opposite I woke up smiling.
What do you make of that?
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 