Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Love, actually.

Remember the movie "Love, Actually"?
In the opening scene there are people hugging each other as they meet at the airport. People being reunited after short or long times apart. It's a very happy scene, full of people of every colour, age, shape and size - kissing and hugging.

This weekend I saw something that really reminded me of that scene, in general, and of the love between a mother and her child, in particular. The kind of love that spans the globe, endures separation, and survives change.

Our cousin Deb was here in town to visit us, and to see her boy. As you may recall he's been staying with us while he pursues his basketball career; mom, meanwhile lives in another country and keeps in touch through face book and phone calls....but there's no substitute for a great big hug, no matter how old or big your child might be.

Here's something to warm the cockles of mother's hearts everywhere. Just look at the faces!

The grin............

The squeeze...........
The bigger squeeze.......
The even BIGGER squeeze.......
And there's nothing like a family fan club - a bunch of people who know nothing about basketball, but who will show up anyway, and cheer, yell, clap, and scream, just because they're related to the big guy on court.
It's all about Love, actually.


Deb said...

Oh Kath, you made me cry!! It's wonderful, what you've written. And I have now bookmarked your blog and will be a faithful reader!
And yeah, it's all about love. When an old cousin of mine died, literally in my arms, I realized at that moment that there is nothing else that matters. Nothing. When it comes right down to it, that's what you're left with, and I'm so glad I've got it with you.

Jacqueline Korteland Boller said...

Cool pictures!! Man, that guy is tall!!!!

Von said...

Love makes the world go 'round - all kinds of love. :) Hugs!!

Anonymous said...

Wonderful blog entry; I was touched. Such great love shown so freely. :)

On a different note -- your DH's cousin is tall, too!

You camera is fast -- to catch that mother/son hug as it was happening.

I love your group picture. I've always thought I should write a book called "Basketball for Dummies and Mothers and other People." Ask your tall houseguest just when you should holler out, "Ref!! Three in the key!!!" And then don't embarrass yourself by yelling it out, with great indignation, when the opposing team has three players in the key.

Heh, heh, Ann in Alberta :D

Anonymous said...

You don't know me from a ball of wool but Deb passed on the link, and I'm very glad she did. As a fan of hugging, those pictures gladdened my heart!
Couldn't resist reading the rest of the blog - no, couldn't stop reading actually. Even though stitching bores me to sobs, your account had me in - sorry! - stitches! Hugs from down under :-)