Walking with My Shadow

Three weeks ago, my husband and I decided to take a walk after dinner. Since I am recuperating from a bad fall, we decided to take a short walk around a nearby track. The sun was beautiful that evening. It felt warm on my face, as I walked into the sun and warm on my back, as the sun followed me.

My sister was right……..

When I started my walk, my shadow was in front of me. As I took each step, there was something familiar about the black shape. Every step filled my curiosity with questions. Why am I walking like an older person?  Is this how I look to other people?  And, why do I feel as if I know my shadow?

Soon, I rounded the far end of the track, and my shadow was behind me. My mind was racing, trying to figure out who my shadow resembled.  Then in a flash, I remembered my sister, Donna telling me that I walked like Mom. When Donna said that to me, I kind of brushed it off, and hadn’t thought about it after that.   Although I am always being told that I look a lot like Mom,  I never imagine that I walked liked her too.

I continued walking a bit faster until my shadow was once again in front of me. I slowed down and watched each step my shadow took. I gasped as I realized that my sister was right! I really do walk like Mom.

Step by step…..

I could not help but smile, as I thought about my precious Mother with each step I took.

What my shadow taught me……

It is extraordinary how things happen in our daily lives, that remind us of a loved one. A precious loved one who made their journey to Heaven but is always present in our minds and hearts.

My shadow did just that on a warm spring evening, with birds singing, and children playing nearby.

When my shadow was in front of me, I felt Mom leading the way. As I followed her, it was as if I was on a path, a path of memories, a path of learning, and a path of love. The memories came fast that night. I thought about the time, Mom would take us on walks to pick raspberries, always leading the way.  We would pick the berries and put them gently into a bucket, Mom held letting us each eat a few, as we walked to find some more.

Just then, my shadow was gone, but not that far away.  It was behind me. While the sun- warmed my face, my shadow was following me and once again, the memories came flooding back.  This time,  I felt like my shadow was encouraging me, to keep going,  just like Mom always did. She would say, ” You can do it! Don’t give up!”  I felt her smile as her blue eyes twinkled. I felt her love that night not just for me but for all her children. She was proud of us. I believe she smiles down from Heaven when beautiful things happen to each of us and cries when she sees her children, sick or hurting.

As I took my last lap and the sun lowered in the sky, I felt light-hearted. Memories have an excellent way of connecting our hearts to the souls of our loved ones.  I cannot help to think that Mom felt the connection too.

My heartfelt thoughts…….

First, it is a beautiful privilege to look like Mom and walk like her too!  Going to the track that night, filled my heart with gratitude and love for God. Because of Him, I had the Mother that He planned for me. Through His love, he not only blessed Mom and Dad with three more children but gave me two loving sisters and a brother that I cherish.

So dear readers; do you look like your mother? How about her walk?  Or maybe you look like your father or walk like him.  Check out your shadow the next time you take a walk. You never know what memories will fill your heart with everlasting love for those mom’s and dad’s that are still here and those who live in heaven.















Published by cynthiajeandeluca

My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.

3 thoughts on “Walking with My Shadow

  1. I don’t move like her, my sister does. But sometimes, when I look into the mirror, I see her face. Though I look different (she had dark brown eyes and hair, with a very delicate white and smooth skin, she looked like snowwhite) I see her face, the shape of it and some special expression she had. It took very long to realize that I am as beautiful as she was, in my individual way, but still am just as beautiful.
    You are very blessed :o) ..


  2. Cousin Cindy;

    That was beautiful. I was asked to speak at a dear friend’s funeral this coming Saturday and I am so impressed with your writing. I am sure her family feels that same way about their mom. I hope I can keep myself together to give that talk.

    I saw where Kevin Van Buskirk said that two cousin’s and his mother-in-law died this past week. Who is the second cousin?? I knew that Shellia Transue died, but would like to know who else he was talking about. Do you know?

    See you this August at the family reunion. Lois

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