Blessings my dear friends, thank you for visiting and spending time here. I appreciate your presence in my life and wish you a peaceful day.
March 18th 2012 is Mother’s Day in the UK. A day when you get a chance to give thanks to all the women who have mothered you and helped you be the woman you are today. Today’s post is in honour of my mother and the strength and journey she has travelled to still be a rock and starlight in my life.
I know some of you have poor memories and unhappy stories of the way you were mothered, if this is the case, I hope you will use Mother’s Day as a way to forgive your mother for not mothering you the way you would of liked to be mothered and remember we are all in this together. Just doing the best we can with what we got.
My Mum
My mother is my silent rock. Mum is a very proud, strong woman and it took me many years to see the weakness and softness in her eyes.
As a child my mother had dreams and ambitions. When she married my dad and came to live in the UK, these dreams and ideals were stolen. Yet in the golden years of her life, mum is finally seeing some of these dreams come true. You can read my understanding of my parents story – “Have A Dream You Can Be Proud Of” here
Three memories stand out for me
One: I am a small child and mum has just received the news that her mother has died. Back then, news was relayed via telegram, so by the time mum got the news several hours (probably days- I don’t know) had passed. Every penny my parents earned was needed to keep a roof over our head and pay the gas and electric. There was no credit cards or access to bank loans for emergency trips to bury your mother. Mum crumbled and I, as a small child could only sit and watch the light fade.
Two: The day we buried my brother John is still a blur to me, and as a mother myself, how you bury your child is beyond me. Today’s Poem of the Week is in honour of my mum as she tried to make sense of John’s death.
Three: During the lowest point of my divorce, when I was totally broken and numb, I picked up the phone and called mum. Up to then I tried to put a brave face on and gloss over the nightmares, but it was too much. My parents live in a small parish in Grenada. I live in London. I mouthed over the phone “mum, can you come over” and put the phone down. Two days later mum was here. Strong, solid and a beacon of light for me and my daughters.
So, in honour of all Mothers, all women who stand silently watching over their offspring- Have A Happy Mothers Day. Thank you for your love and I salute you!
Your Hand In Mine
Dedicated to my Dear Mum who is always “Just a Thought Away”
Mother’s Hands, born so strong and straight
Now crinkled and cracked through the cares of life.
Mother’s Heart, born so pure, now heavy through the winds of wars.
Oh Mother, Oh Mother
Oh Mother of mine,
Weep not, for your tears cannot bring him back.
Just look inside and you will find sunshine
Where rain used to be.
Keep looking and praying
In the church or kitchen floor.
For in time the sun will shine again.
And you will be glad
“you smiled through the rain.”
Mother, Dear Mother Dear
Look neither to the left nor to the right
For your son will not be there.
Just keep your heart focused on the Lord
And you will surely find him there.
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And if you have a memory of your mother, or another lady who mothered you and how she imprints your soul, I’d love you to share – good or bad – and remind us all, of the power of life. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comment box below and if you enjoyed this post, I’d love you to forward it to your friends or share on your favourite social media site.
Final Words
Last week, we celebrated International Women’s Day and tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Keeping in tune with this feminine energy, next week I will be offering posts how you, as a busy woman can find inner peace in what is often a very chaotic and man-ic world.
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Have a beautiful day and remember how special and marvellous you already are.
Ntathu
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ahh..bless you Janet..sorry to hear about your loss but isnt it wonderful how the universe always sends us what we need. Prayers and blessings to you all. Ohhh..am intrigued. Would love to read your latest post. Please fwd link. Each one teach one as my teacher says. Take care Janet and thanks for visiting and sharing your Mothers Day story.
Ntathu,
This is a great post. It's amazing how resilient women are. My biological mother has passed, but there is another one who has filled that void. She never had any girls and often says that I'm the daughter she always wanted. That makes me feel very special and appreciate her even more.
Also, wanted to thank you for your recent comment, which is responsible for the latest post at my blog.
Loved the wonderful poem and tribute to your mother or to every mother for that matter!
Just as you mother was kind of a pillar of strength to you and you remember her so fondly, so was my mom- whom I lost due to cancer a few days back. Yes, the memories can never leave us and all that they do or did for us is ever so fresh in our hearts and mind- isn't it?
My mother meant the most to me…and for me just one day to remember her or celebrate Mother's Day is not the case, as she's always by my side as my guardian angel- guiding through life. Here is the post I had written about her- long back- http://www.aha-now.com/fighting-cancer/ – hoping you like it.
Wishing you the very best for being the mother you are too 🙂
wow…I am inspired by your tribute to your mum. What a special soul..thank you for sharing your mum's grace and beauty and yes, every day is Mother's Day. Thanks Harleena.
Hey there Ntathu,
Wow, it takes a lot to get me choked up, but you've done it. Really touching posting. My mom is my hero, I'd write more but I don't feel like getting all emotional, but I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated your post.
Curt
Bless you Curt and its touching to hear how much you love your mum. Thanks for your comment and I also appreciate your visit.