Mum too was watching the kids race and shouted with pure joy "look at Sunbeam go, she's flying." Time stood still and she saw only me. Her little girl. "Look at Sarah's legs go, she's going to catch that bairn." I looked at the happiness radiating from her frail frame and realised i was already bottling up this moment as a future memory to treasure.
It’s all too easy to become overwhelmed with the tough days that life inevitably throws our way. But my Mum is still quietly teaching me valuable life lessons. In the past year she has shown me that those moments where we think we have messed up so badly and don’t see light at the end of the tunnel; they become the futures moments of accomplishment to look back on with pride at what we overcame.
It’s heartbreaking to watch as Alzheimer’s and Dementia take a hold of a loved one but every now and again there are moments of magic. Those precious flickers where the windows of the soul open, the condensation clears and for a split second you see straight to the heart of your loved one and realise they are still in there
Growing up they only ever really called me Sarah when I was in trouble; instead preferring to call me their "Sunbeam". It is only with becoming a mum to 3 wee sunbeams of my own that I now understand why.
Happiness is a Sunbeam 