She entwines her chubby arms around my neck. I feel her warm, sweet breath on my cheek as she gives me a squelchy kiss. She giggles. I enfold her wriggly body in a tight embrace and, just for a moment, we are both still, wrapped in each other’s love.

That little wriggly, warm body grew.

Gemma-Rose says, “Can I please have a hug, Mum?”

“Of course,” I say.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

My youngest daughter entwines her long arms around my neck.  I enfold her in mine. I breathe in the sweet smell of her long blonde hair. Just for a moment, we are both still, wrapped in each other's love.

Then I say, “I remember when you used to fit on my lap."

“I still fit on your lap!” my eleven-year-old daughter declares.

I smile. It’s true.

“Will you still sit on my lap when you’re an adult?” I ask.

“Of course!”


We have a print of a drawing by Leonardo da Vinci. It shows an adult Mary sitting on her mother’s knee. If Mary can sit on St Anne’s knee, surely Gemma-Rose can sit on mine, however old she gets?

I still sit on my Mother’s knee. I climb onto her lap and she tucks me safely beneath her mantle into that special place of love.

“What if you grow bigger than me?” I ask Gemma-Rose. “What if you get too heavy for my lap?”

“Then you can sit on top of me!”

Do mothers sit on daughters’ laps? Is that a strange idea? 

Do laps ever grow too small? Do we ever grow too big? Will children always want to hide under the mantle of their mother's love?

When was the last time you sat on your Mother's knee?


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  1. Hi, Sue,

    Good to read you. This is a very sweet post. I like it a lot. Probably the last time I sat on my mom's knee was when I was a child. I wasn't much for sitting on anyone's lap as a kid. For that matter now, either. Mostly because I think I'll break their laps. lol

    Are you still smiling from the wedding fun?

    Hugs to you,
    Su-sieee! Mac

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    1. Susie,

      Thank you so much for encouraging me by hopping straight over and leaving this kind comment. I imagine most of my readers have given up on me. I'm not surprised. I haven't exactly written many posts recently!

      I think I'd squash my mother too if I sat on her lap!

      I never really reported back on the wedding (except in a podcast), did I? Maybe I should write a wedding story. The new Mr and Mrs Elvis visited us yesterday. We're going over to have lunch with them for the first time in a week or so. Callum said we will have to bring our own chairs! We're hoping for a sunny day so we can have a barbeque and sit outside under a tree. I don't think we'd all fit inside their tiny house!

      So good to chat. Sending love and hugs back to you!

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    2. I am imagining you all walking down the road carrying your chairs. It's a delightful sight in my head. All cheerful and lively. :-)

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    3. Susie,

      You've made me smile. You have a joyful and lively imagination! I wish I could draw. That scene belongs in a picture book. Perhaps I can incorporate it into one of my children's stories. Thank you so much for sharing!

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  2. Lovely meditation, Sue. I had seen that image before, but never noticed Mary is sitting on St. Ann! I have to tell my sister, MaryAnn: she's an artist (and a nun).

    My giant children do still sit on my lap occasionally, but I think I might smoosh my mom if I tried it. Actually, that reminds me of a silly thing my brother used to say. He said (originally of an elderly person) that if he sat on her, she'd turn into a diamond! We still joke about sitting on each other. My Mom's already a gem, though, so I don't think I'll try it!

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    1. Wendy,

      You always make me smile. I love your story about the gem very much. I'm sure if we got together we'd laugh and laugh as we chatted. It sounds like the images I posted are perfect for your sister, MaryAnn!

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