Slipping Through my Fingers in The View from the Terrace

I watched Mamma Mia on TV yet again last week. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve seen it. It’s on TV a lot and each time I say no, I won’t watch again as I only saw it a few months back, but each time I get hooked.

I’ve been haunted by the song Slipping Through my Fingers these last few days. It makes me think of my own daughter. I don’t see her so often now that she is in Cardiff. Last year I only saw her three times and then we visited her at the beginning of this year.

You don’t realise how much you will miss them until they are gone. There is something so special about the mother and daughter relationship. since she left I am anything but lonely here with my husband and two sons, but I miss the girly chats about clothes and the shopping trips, even though she used to exhaust me by visiting every clothes shop in town and then returning to buy the first thing she tried on. Then she would persuade me to buy something for myself, ‘You deserve it Mum’, she would say.

Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy that she has found her soul mate and is living her own life in the city. I am happy that this wonderful man has helped her fulfill herself in ways I never could. But that doesn’t stop me missing her. She’s slipped through my fingers now but I have the memories.

Last updated January 17, 2021