by Josephine-Anne Griffiths
Hello dear writerly friends ☺
With Mothers' Day just three days away, I thought I'd devote today's post to our mums.
|Teresa Mary Harnett|
As a young child I knew I must obey and respect my parents, not because it was one of the ten commandments (I was too young to realise and understand this), but being so little I knew that those bigger and smarter than myself were in charge. But as a small child I wasn't able to understand how grownups being so full of wisdom, could at times make so many mistakes.
Once I reached adolescence I felt much wiser. In fact, in my mind most of my Mummy's ideas and opinions bordered on ridiculous ... but I loved her dearly and desperately tried to please her. I was a curious child, prone to mischief, which certainly didn't make things any easier for her.
One day, many years later, I found myself ‘in-love' and married, no longer living at home with my parents. Now, as small as it was, I had to manage my own household. Fortunately I had been raised the old-fashioned way and had learnt how to carry out most domestic chores, and at first I guess the whole experience was a bit of fun. Adult life has a way of teaching us many things a young child wouldn't be able to comprehend, but also there are some things that we must learn from experience. I missed Mummy. I missed doing Saturday chores with her. I missed our afternoon chats over a cup of tea after school each afternoon. I missed her friendship.
I don't know exactly when our relationship changed. I think it must have been a gradual thing. Before I knew it I was giving birth to my first child. The dynamics had changed dramatically. Mummy was no longer the authoritarian, she was the one I would ask questions of, and hang off her every word. By the time my second child arrived Mummy and I were inseparable, shopping together every week, going out for lunch, looking after my two beautiful boys together, and sharing endless cups of tea or coffee. This wonderful woman and I had become friends.
After the birth of my third child, a gorgeous wee girl, life became more complicated, more difficult, for everyone I think. But Mummy's compassion and friendship continued. I wasn't the only one facing difficulties, she had her own world of problems to sort and suffer through. Was she still there for me? Of course she was. Mummy was there for everyone. There for my Dad. There for my siblings and their families. But was she there for me? Oh yes, she didn't have a selfish bone in her body. It seemed that she was present in my life more than ever. My prideful side would like to tell you I raised those children by myself, but I must be honest ... Mummy was my strength and stay through good times and not so good times.
I woke up one morning and realised that Mummy wasn't just mother and friend. I knew without a doubt she was my best friend, and probably the most treasured friend I would ever know. And now, I miss her immensely. I miss her funny sense of humour. Oh how I miss her devilish laughter. I miss Mummy's soft voice and understanding. She was and is still, my point of reference whenever I have a question or am feeling ‘just a little unsure’.
As we celebrate Mothers' Day let's not ever take for granted the blessed relationship we share or have shared with our mothers. Let's ring our mothers on the phone ... every day if we can. Don't wait for her to ring. And if like me you are unable to physically speak to your mum, just spend a moment each day talking with her in your heart.
As God said ...
‘Honour your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.’ ~ Exodus 20:12 ESV
‘Pay close attention, friend, to what your father tells you; never forget what you learned at your mother's knee. Wear their counsel like flowers in your hair, like rings on your fingers.’ ~ Proverbs 1:8-9 MSG
So as Mothers' Day approaches, I wish to honour my dear Mummy and never lose sight of her compassion, love, patience, wisdom ... and forever treasure her friendship.
Whether here or in heaven, let's always take time to honour our mothers.
How do you celebrate? When we have children of our own, what is most important, the fact that we are now parents, or that our mothers selflessly devoted their lives to us?
Let's try to make our own mothers the first person we think of this Sunday morning (after Our Lord Jesus of course), and then every morning after that. If we love and consider our own mothers first up, then I'm certain our own children will do the same for us, right down the generations so that no mother is ever overlooked. For those of us who for one reason or another may not have known their mother, or only heard her gracious voice for such a short while, take heart in the fact that wherever our mothers are today, they will love us unconditionally, forever and always.
What do you think?. I'd love to hear from you.
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