A few years ago, I took a few of my mom’s holiday decorations to put out at my house. This was my mom’s musical snowman figurine. She put it out every Christmas. I remember it well from when I was growing up and it’s in the background of many old family photos. It has to be older than I am.
I have put it out for the past few years, but it has never worked. Like I said, this thing is older than I am. Despite my many attempts to wind it up and get it to play, it has never played more than a note or two.
After Christmas was over, I decided to keep it out for the rest of the winter this year. I’ve never done that before, but it goes with some other snowman decor I have out. I tried again to wind it up and get it to play, but nothing.
Last night, I was sitting on the couch reading and responding to all of the comments on my previous post about feeling guilty. I was reflecting back on all the years with my mom and wondering, once again, if I should have or could have done more.
Suddenly, the snowman figurine started playing.
And not just a note or two. It played the whole song.
My mom has never felt more alive.
She’s still there for me.
She’s still by my side.
She’s still guiding me.
And this was just her way of letting me know.