I daydream about … 💫 who they would have become ✨
Last night I went to Ananda Mae’s parents’ evening at the school. Every parent had to introduce their child given it was a new formation of kids.
As I heard the other parents describe their child, mentioning their siblings, I went off daydreaming about AM’s sister, A’Mya.
Who would you have become? What would it be like for the two to go to the same school, or even class? To share friends, experiences, and birthdays?
Just the other day Ananda Mae had asked me to daydream with her about her sister. She asked exactly those questions. “Mum, would A’Mya look just like me?” “I imagine very similar, given you are identical twins,” I replied.
Go ahead, daydream
Daydreaming about a future that cannot be is a way of remembering. Remembering your loved one. Living a relationship, learning to be in a new relationship when the kind of relationship we would have wanted to live is no longer possible.
Whoever came up with the notion ‘not to grow up the child/baby who died’ (I remember it was a therapist 🤦🏽♀️ – not me though) was wrong. It is completely normal and natural to do so, at least in my experience and the experience of her surviving twin.
Thank you for being right here and now with me 🕊