My love, My life

***spoiler alert if you have not seen the movie***

When Mamma Mia 2 came out in theaters. I was SUPER excited to take my daughter. Not only do I love this show but she has also found a love for this show. I found a home movie of her dancing and singing to Mamma Mia when she was three.  As a pre teen she watches the movie constantly and can quote it by heart. So of course when number 2, "Here We Go Again," came out, I knew we had to make it a date. The first movie inspired a blog, Slipping through my fingers. So I knew the second movie would move my soul.

I have loved Mamma Mia since I was in
college. I always wondered what 'Dynamo' I was. I wavered between Donna and the shorted haired funny one. Her name skips my mind. Now, before going to the movie I did not really investigate the premises. As the movie unfolds I realize that Donna, Sophie's mom has died. UH. Gasp, Okay. I begin to breathe deep. So I guess I relate the most to Donna. Question answered. As I sit there in the theater I worry, will my daughter relate this to me? Can she envision me dying? Will this make her sad. I keep checking her face. She is smiling and enjoying the movie. Okay crisis adverted. It will be okay.

As the movie progresses, I love how Donna's best friends support Sophie. I hope that my sister and my friends will wrap their arms around my children. I pray they take over and do those special things a mom does for the milestone moments.

I loved this line from the movie is, "Find things that make your soul sing,"  this is great advice. I will tell my children this as we move forward with life. Life is too short. SO everyone should find things that make their soul sing.

As the movie draws to a close, Sophie has a baby. She is taking her baby to be baptized in the church where her mom was married. The ABBA song, My love, my life is playing and you see Donna there, in spirit, watching over her daughter and grandchild. As I watch this scene unfold, I am quietly crying. My daughter reaches over and grabs my hand. This moment will live forever in my heart.

I pray that if I am not there for the birth of my grandchildren. My daughter will remember this moment and know that I will be there watching over her and her family.

The lyrics to that song are haunting:

Like an image passing by, my love, my life
In the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life
I can see it all so clearly
(See it all so clearly)
Answer me sincerely
(Answer me sincerely)
Was it a dream, a lie?
Like reflections of your mind, my love, my life
Are the words you try to find, my love, my life
But I know I don't possess you
So go away, God bless you
You are still my love and my life
Still my one and only

My love, My life. To me this is:  My family, my daughter, my son, my husband, my sister, my brother, my parents and my friends.