Today I really noticed that Mother’s Day cards were abounding. Ads for what to get “your Mother” are everywhere to be seen.
Mother’s Day is such a complex day. Ok, on the surface it celebrates the roles of mothers with cards perhaps lovingly made in schools and a handmade present. Perhaps the Dad or another relative has reminded the teenage child that a card is essential. Perhaps they all cook a meal and celebrate the day together.
Perhaps for some women who have never experienced the privilege of motherhood, Mother’s Day is a day for curling up underneath the duvet and indulging in chocolates while allowing the tears to flow freely for those hopes and dreams which were never to be.
Perhaps Mother’s Day is another reminder of the child who is missing. The hopes for the future again unanswered. Perhaps a child has distanced himself, mentally/ physically or both.
Perhaps for the mother whose child has died, Mother’s Day is a public reminder of the void that can never be filled in her heart.
Perhaps Mother’s day is a reminder to a mother, that because of illness she is no longer able to be a mother and sometimes her child has to be her carer.
Perhaps the mother doesn’t recognise their child as a result of illness. The laughs which would have been shared can never be shared as the mother retreats from the world.
Perhaps Mother’s Day is a reminder to a child, even an adult child, that the mother who should have nurtured, cared for and protected never existed for that child.
On the morning of Mother’s Day, I always raise a cup to those mothers who are suffering that little bit more because of the day that is in it.
Perhaps we as women could go a little farther this year? Perhaps we could send a card, ring or call to a mother who is hurting on this year’s Mother’s Day.
Have you ever come across a saying or a quote which exactly sums up numerous thoughts which you have? Not only does it verbally say exactly what you want said but it immediately conjures up an image.
A few days ago, I “visited” Appletree Crafts via Facebook. Appletree Crafts is a one stop shop for everything quilting. A question was posed “What is the favourite part of your sewing routine?” among the many replies one just stood out for me………
” Learning new techniques feels like adding to my utility belt of skills.”
Wow what a brilliant image. It really resonated with me. I could so visualise the concept. Learning a new skill is so exciting and mastering it is when I dance around the craft table. What about dancing around with a utility belt…….
This sums up for me what crafting is all about. Gathering new skills, learning new skills, enhancing established skills and adding them to this belt with pockets where one can dip into as the need arises
I have been playing around with the idea. When it comes to fruition I will share but until then I hope this will suffice.
Abby, I hope you approve.
I remember when I was quite young I heard the expression “to gladden the heart”. It was years before I actually understood what it meant. The first time I read this poem I was reminded of that expression. When I came across the poem again this morng it lightened my spirit once more.
Smiling is infectious
You catch it like the flu
When someone smiled at me today
I started smiling too
I walked around a corner
And someone saw me grin
When he smiled I realised
I had passed it onto him
I thought about a smile
And realised its worth
A single smile like mine
Could travel round the earth
So if you feel a smile begin
Don’t leave it undetected
Start an epidemic and get the world infected.
In an article for www.writing.ie “Thoughts for Budding Poets” Liz Cowley says and I quote “…poetry shouldn’t be like medicine – hard to swallow but good for you”. I totally agree.
Liz Cowley is one of my favourite poets Her work is so accessible. She can make the most mundane seem important. That together with the laughter which mingles with the often-tough topics of everyday living is what makes reading her poetry so enjoyable.
Liz Cowley opens the article “Thoughts for Budding Poets” by suggesting that many people are poets but are afraid that that we would be embarrassed by our ramblings/ scribblings. That those scribblings would not be good enough. Perhaps she is correct and that there is a poet in all of us just waiting to get out.
Why Put Off Things
Why delay? Why put them off –
the things we could have done before?
Why is it that we hesitate
and what is it we’re waiting for?
Why don’t we do things sooner?
Why do we often hesitate
until the day it’s much later,
it’s suddenly become too late?
Taken from the book “And Guess Who He Was With” by Liz Cowley
It is Christmas morning. A rainy mild Christmas morning. No one is stirring and there is a stillness about. Perhaps it is to do with the fact that this is an adult house now.
It is lovely to savour this slower beginning.,to remeber some of those warm precious memories of other Christmas mornings.
On this mild Christmas morning it is wonderful to have the time to be thankful. To be thankful for the memories others have provided over other Christmases.
As a friend said to me one ” to be able to savour an experience is something very precious”. And she was totally right.
I hope you are able to savour this day and add it to your memory bank.
Have you found Christmas Traditions have changed over the years?
If you have been fortunate like me to have become a parent then those traditions most certainly have changed. A few years ago, I would have been sad about those changes but now at this stage I am glad that those changes have occurred. It shows that life is being lived and for that I am very thankful.
However, there are still somethings which still herald Christmas. Preparing and making the Christmas puddings, Christmas cake and the Christmas mincemeat are signals that Christmas is coming. The first indication I have that Christmas is very near is when I post those first Christmas cards. The next indication is when I arrive home with Christmas purchases. These are small items which are either made or bought then wrapped and put under the Christmas tree for distributing among friends and family.
I met someone recently who told me that she detests January and February as the weather is usually awful, people are grumpy as they have little to look forward to and she has named them the BLAH months. Last year she changed things and started making Christmas items which could be given to various friends and charities. For her it extended the feeling of Christmas giving. And in a very practical way it relieved the Christmas stress that she was normally under. Next year as Easter is early, April 1st 2018, she intends to use her three least favourite months of the year to make Easter gifts. A new tradition for her.
I like the idea of new traditions and I have to agree with her that very often people seems to be rather glum in January so perhaps extending the gift of giving to Easter is a good idea. Those charities which we may support at Christmas I am sure need support during the rest of the year. Perhaps its a tradition which more of us could embrace?
Over many years we have been fortunate to have celebrated “making the Christmas Pudding” with our son and various nieces and nephews. Whether they enjoyed it I will leave up to them but these are memories which I cherish.
This year we celebrated “making the puds” with the next generation. I can’t believe that around the table were three of my grand nieces and one of my grand nephews.
Coming into the seomra suite and seeing them engrossed in their tasks was just such a precious sight to behold. Each and every “mixing memory” came rushing back. Luke with “Delia Smiths Christmas” propped open to keep us on the right track; Jack and Katie with their incredible laughs; Sarah and Jessica with the phone images; Zoe Adam, Kaela and Clara (keeping watch with Luke) ready with the wooden spoons.
However I don’t think I am going to live it down that the only job I had with Jessica and Sarah was to put the flour into it the puds before steaming…..Yes you guessed it I left out the flour and on Christmas Day when the pudding was turned out it was pure liquid.
Another year with Jack and Katie, I totally forgot about the puds in the steamer and I ended up having to make them again as they the first ones were totally inedible.
The one thing which is common to all these memories is mixing all the ingredients once the stout has been added. The enthusiasm, the laughter, the mess and last but definitely not least, making that important Christmas wish is the highlight of the occasion. Eyes scrunched up while saying “I wish, I wish I wish” and silently making that wish. It still gives me goose bumps.
When I was growing up the puds were made immediately after Halloween. The latest date for making them was the Sunday before Advent in the Christian church. The Collect for that day starts “Stir up we beseech thee O’ Lord”. Hence the name “Stir up Sunday”.
I love the traditions of Christmas but sometimes traditions need to be adapted. Perhaps with the use of Skype or similar, Stir up Sunday next year could include the grand nieces and nephews from farther afield around the world.
I am privileged to have been given so many Christmas Pud memories and to those who gave them to me, thank you.