Life comes with a mum…

Before I start I must say this; My greatest achievement is motherhood!

Today is Mothering Sunday or more commonly known as Mother’s Day.  Unlike the rest of the world we in the UK celebrates our wonderful mothers at the half way mark of Lent.

Now no longer connected to any religious festival though, the celebration was originally a chance for those domestic servants to go back home and worship in their own parish; to go back to the ‘mother’ church.  Nothing to do with mothers at all!

I can remember as a child asking my dad to help me make breakfast in bed for my mum.  He used to take me out to the local market to get her some flowers, and I never bought a card for her; I only ever gave her a homemade one.

As a mother myself I still have a daffodil made from a dairylea cheese triangle lid with a section of an egg box glued on to it, from my eldest which is now about 21 years old (a Nursery School creation) and a pasta necklace from her younger sister which by now has to be at least 19 years old – still all intact.

These little creations are what, as a mother, I love.  This is my two daughters showing their creative flair.  Putting their love into a gift for me, just as I did for my mother all those years ago.

I am so very fortunate to still have my mum around, and I know it won’t be forever.  So I make days like Mother’s Day count.  We always go out and do something because I don’t want to imagine a time when I can’t do that.

In turn my daughters daughters always look after me too.

I appreciate that some of you who are reading this don’t enjoy the best relationship with your mother; or you might not even know who she is.  But we are all someone’s son or daughter, and without them we quite simply wouldn’t be here; so in it’s own way that should be celebrated regardless of other feelings.

This quote sums things up for me…

My mother, is the bone of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot imagine a life without her.





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