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.
I came across this beautiful picture but unfortunately could find no refernce to the artist. So if anyone can direct me it would be great.
I also came across a quote ” when others rain upon your parade open an umbrella and carry on”..unknown
What a powerful uplifting message.
Have a good day and follow your dreams.
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.
I am one of those people who don’t have a regular sleep pattern. There are many nights when 4.am arrives and I am still wide awake.
I gave up as fruitless remaining in bed tossing and turning and getting mor and more frustrated. When I knew sleep was not going to happen I would get up and do something.
Years ago it was card making which kept me going during those hours thanks to a brilliant crafter and fantastic teacher Mary. It cemented my love of paper. This was in the day before tablets, iPhone and well before the ready availability of Wifi. Paper crafting allowed me to have something to show after a sleepless night. It allowed me the luxury of trying different ways to manipulate paper and card. I still remember spending a night making a bag using tea bag folding to decorate the outside of the bag. It was incredibly relaxing. Would I do it again I don’t honestly know!
My Christmas cards got made during those hours especially those special ones which required many hours to choose colours, paper, card fold before assembly. Deciding on a specific card to suit someone can take me hours. Night time was great for this process. There was no pressure as there is during the day, when I have the myriad of “to do” to be completed.
My journaling came into its own giving me the space and opportunity of clearing my mind. In the quiet of the night it was easy to allow the thoughts and ideas take flight. So what, that those ideas didn’t come to fruition? I had the time to allow them to float and then decide whether or not they were not for me. Some of the ideas were a bit barmy but they provided great amusement when re read on my five yearly clear out.
Recently a neighbour confided in me that she didn’t feel so alone when she could see lights on in my house. She realised that there was someone else who also wasn’t asleep. It surprised me that my inability to sleep was actually comforting someone else.
One just does not know how our actions can affect another human being.
Thank you for reading.