DO |
blogspot
There's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, Mothers Day - impacts us all, perhaps you are a mother, have lost your mother, love or wonder who was your mother. Mothers Day is the day to reflect on her and you and what it is that that means. Are you my mother? Was a Dr Suess story bought to life this autumn when a one day old baby chicken entered our home and imprinted on our labrador bitch. Both black. Her big, warm and convieniently close. It... small, cold and ready to attach - was all it took to form that bond. Our relationships with our mothers maybe all defining or over before they really happened. The times are a changing as to how we think our mothers need to look, act, dress or how many of them we have. I'm surrounded by loving examples of how there is no one cookie cutter shape of a mum. Gorgeous girl friends in same sex partnerships who have three babies between them. More gorgeous girlfriends who are providing homes for life for children whose birth mothers lack the skills to raise them safely, and yet more gorgeous girl friends who have chosen to become mothers alone. The right man hasn't appeared at the right time but the urge for motherhood has pushed that boat out there. There are surrogate mothers for those who can't carry babies, there are foster mothers for those who need a short term replacement. There are other equally gorgeous creatures who have chosen or been unable to become mothers to their own children yet their worlds are still full of mothering. To nieces, nephews, fur babies, step children or friends. Because every human at times need a mothers love given naturally and generously. We all know how to do it because we all have mothers - even those who would have chosen their mothers to show more warmth, to be more available or less controlling are adept at being a mum in the moment when its needed to whoever happens along. Some mothers are even male. Mothering is a skill set not a sex, not a right, not an absolute. You can become one yet be no good at it or not be one yet excell. To be a mother is an enigma. Then of course there are our own mothers. The person who gave us life. Biological and irreplaceable. The ovum donar. The woman who kept you and birthed you. Who grew you in her body and bought you into this world alive. The ones we love with all our hearts - well I do mine. Thanks mum - happy mothers day. xx There are the mothers we aquire through living. The god mothers, the step mothers, the othermothers, the mother superiors, the earth mothers, the soul mothers, the grand and great grand mothers, the mother in laws. I have such a beautiful and vibrant collection of them I am so blessed. And I value each and every other mother that is in my three daughters lives too. And I rest easier knowing that if I am gone there are still others who can mother my babies and give them a mothers love. Each mother birth, found or fallen - fills a role and has an imprint as tactile as that of baby chick and the big black lab. How a mum looks and acts has become so free form. A yummy mummy or mumsie. A mummys boy or teen mom. Each wears societies costume of how one is meant to act. You can stay at home or be a supermum. Be a single mum or a doting mum. You can be mother help or believe that mums the word. You can stuff it up, sort it out or walk away from it altogther. You are still a mum. It's the best and hardest job I have. My three daughters to two fathers and plus some very precious children and fur babies I've collected along the way. I love them all. To be a mum is to have your heart walk around outside your body for the rest of your life. Nothing can make you more irrate or fill you with more love than a child that you love with a mother love. It takes a village to raise a child and I certainly couldn't raise mine without my village. This blog is dedicated to those mums who are today in heaven. Mothers Day is all the harder for your children, your mothers and all who would love to call you today, send you a card or take you out for mothers day brunch - we miss you more than ever today. We who are still here send you love and hope that there is truth to angels and pennies from heaven. So that you can deliver to those who are still on earth. To all mums, the new ones, the old ones and the bold ones. Mothers day is a blunt reminder to those who would celebrate with mums who may just be to far away. That each and every mother should be valued today. Here on earth as it is in heaven. Love your mums x
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWhat to DO .. Archives
May 2015
Categories
All
|