Please note: As it's Mother's Day in the UK, I just wanted to write an overview piece focusing on what our Mum's have actually done and/or continue to do for us throughout our lives. I know that not everyone has a good relationship with their parents, so the below may not be true for everyone but feel free to see it as an overview. Most of the below also applies to Dad's too but for the purpose of this piece, I'm only focusing on the mother/child bond.
I'd also like to dedicate this blog to my beautiful Mum, who means the absolute world to me - she always has and she always will. Thank you for everything xxx
I'd also like to dedicate this blog to my beautiful Mum, who means the absolute world to me - she always has and she always will. Thank you for everything xxx
No matter how old you are, where you come from, or what your story is... We all share something; we all have or had a mother. A mother, who at one time discovered that inside of her another life was growing, that she was carrying us. For nine whole months; she protected us from the outside world. She fed us, was our bladder, probably cursed at least once when we; made her sick, gave her stretch marks, made her crave ridiculous food combinations, kicked her hard, or made her feel so uncomfortable that she couldn't sleep. Perhaps she spent those months talking to us, comforting us and playing us music, or referring to us with the slightly ridiculous nickname she, and perhaps our father had thought up. But, from that very moment; before we had even entered the world, we were a part of hers.
The day we were born we imagine, was probably one of the scariest and most painful days in her life. As we entered the cold and bright atmosphere we uttered a loud cry of helplessness, before being placed into her arms. When she looked into our eyes for the first time and held us close, she realised it had all been worth it. She was overjoyed when we gave her our first smile, when we learnt our first word (even if it was 'Da-da') and lost our first tooth. As the years went on, she watched us grow, encouraged us to crawl, to stand and then to walk. She taught us how to dress ourselves, tell the time and tie our shoelaces. She read us bedtimes stories and tucked us in before we drifted off to sleep. Somewhere she probably still has the very first drawing we drew her with a box of crayons.
The day we were born we imagine, was probably one of the scariest and most painful days in her life. As we entered the cold and bright atmosphere we uttered a loud cry of helplessness, before being placed into her arms. When she looked into our eyes for the first time and held us close, she realised it had all been worth it. She was overjoyed when we gave her our first smile, when we learnt our first word (even if it was 'Da-da') and lost our first tooth. As the years went on, she watched us grow, encouraged us to crawl, to stand and then to walk. She taught us how to dress ourselves, tell the time and tie our shoelaces. She read us bedtimes stories and tucked us in before we drifted off to sleep. Somewhere she probably still has the very first drawing we drew her with a box of crayons.
On our very first days of nursery and then school, she found herself worrying, hoping that we would be ok and that we would make friends. When we were upset, or sick she would comfort and hug us; she would make us food and all of this would make us feel better. If we grazed our knees in the playground or cut our fingers on something sharp, there she was armed with a tube of cream and an assortment of sticky plasters. There were times when we were naughty, when we misbehaved and tested her patience. She told us off, maybe even sending us to bed early. She set us boundaries and tried to make them stick, perhaps they stuck, maybe they didn't but our mothers found that no matter how naughty we were, they couldn't help but love us anyway.
She reassured us that there were no monsters under our beds when we were frightened. Engaged us in conversations and listened and laughed at funny things we said or did. She often found we had lots of questions, which she tried her best to answer even if she had already heard them twenty times. In fact she was pleased we had an inquisitive nature, that we wanted to learn more about the world and that she could help to teach us. If we found times difficult she provided a shoulder to cry and rest our burdens on. If we needed advice she was always there to offer it, to comfort us and remind us that no matter what, everything would be ok and the she loved us. She found herself proud of our accomplishments and achievements and those times we left home and moved away she missed us; in fact we found we missed her too.
Before our mothers knew it, we grew up before their very eyes....
We are no longer the small helpless baby they once held in their arms. They recall the memories of our childhood and we sit and reminisce about the old days together. She doesn't judge, at least she tries not to and you find that often you are comfortable enough to just sit and be together, without saying very much at all. When there is something on your mind, often you notice that your mother already intuitively knows. She always says something along the lines of 'mothers know best' and perhaps she is right. Whilst no relationship on earth is perfect and we assume that like all relationships this one has had it's ups and downs too, you find it no longer matters. All is forgiven because no matter where you or your mother may be, even if you are oceans or miles apart, she will cares for you just as you care for her. A mother's love for her child is unconditional. Just as we are a part of our mothers - we find that they are also a part of us too.
Before our mothers knew it, we grew up before their very eyes....
We are no longer the small helpless baby they once held in their arms. They recall the memories of our childhood and we sit and reminisce about the old days together. She doesn't judge, at least she tries not to and you find that often you are comfortable enough to just sit and be together, without saying very much at all. When there is something on your mind, often you notice that your mother already intuitively knows. She always says something along the lines of 'mothers know best' and perhaps she is right. Whilst no relationship on earth is perfect and we assume that like all relationships this one has had it's ups and downs too, you find it no longer matters. All is forgiven because no matter where you or your mother may be, even if you are oceans or miles apart, she will cares for you just as you care for her. A mother's love for her child is unconditional. Just as we are a part of our mothers - we find that they are also a part of us too.
"No one in the world can take the place of your mother. Right or wrong, from her viewpoint you are always right. She may scold you for little things but never for the big ones".
"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the cloud of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts".
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