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A special kind of mum

I think it’s official and I may never have to repeat this truth again. I am a documentary junkie not just any documentary but beautiful moving ones which make me look at my life differently and just be grateful for all that I have.

So once again I was moved by the account of two very different moms. One with a rare form of dwarfism and the other with no use of her legs and limited use of her arms. As I watched them doing the most basic chores for their children I realised that no matter what ability or disability we have we’re all just moms trying to do our best.

I think it would be naive to say that they’re not different because they are different they’re just not less. Those differences have drawn criticism and ridicule from various people both in their communities and even their loved ones. Our role as citizens of the world is to treat each other with respect and hopefully be treated the same.

The goal (hopefully!) of all moms is the same and that’s to raise well adapted children by doing the best we can. I watched as one of the moms struggled to cope not because of her disability but because of her unrealistic expectations and just wanting to get things right constantly. I suspect this wouldn’t have been the case if we didn’t live in a society where moms create this false ideal of how perfectly adapted their children are.

Whatever difficulty you’re facing today no matter how big or small share it with a realistic mom who understands that things are not always perfect. Then when you’re sailing smoothly try to remember how it felt when you were going through a struggle and show the same understanding to a mom facing a difficulty.


Where’s Wally?

I must admit of all of the things that annoy me as a wife and mother it’s being asked for stuff that has little or nothing to do with me and it drives me crazy. Between my husband and children I often feel like a lost and found desk. When I can’t find my belongings I search high and low until the item is found or declared lost forever. Usually it is one of my offspring who make my stuff disappear into that magical place where things find their way miraculously.

The other day I found myself telling my husband that if I had a dollar for every time he asked me have I seen this, that or any other random thing I’d be pretty well off. Shoes, coats, phone chargers, headphones, wallet and just about every one of his belongings. I must admit after all these years of looking for and finding his stuff I still find myself wanting to be sarcastic when he asks about his belongings and I cheekily asked if it’s a pair of shoes or coat that I’ve worn.He is really quite long-suffering but then again so am I because after all it is a fact that there is a place for everything and everything has its place. I really wish it was that simple.

This morning while racing against the clock to get to school on time, Gemma my five-year old could only find one of her school shoes. I threatened her with a trip to school in pink shoes which was cruel considering the school shoes are black. Needless to say she wasn’t impressed and she can be very glad today wasn’t the day that I was going to teach her the importance of pairing and storing shoes. The first place I looked I found them which is another mystery to me. They always say they’ve looked everywhere and the admiration when you find the missing item is priceless as if you’ve magically made them reappear.

I almost feel compelled to accept this role of ‘the finder’ although I can’t help but feel that I’m doing them a disservice by rewarding their carelessness. It’s been said we live and learn and perhaps now is as good a time as any to teach them some responsibility and the pain of consequence. Time will tell!

Her name is mother

My daughters recently started calling me mama. While I’ve never really told them what to call me there is something about being called mama that makes me feel a little old.
When speaking about my mother to anybody other than my siblings I always refer to her as my mother. I find it quite strange when people refer to their mothers as ‘mummy’ when speaking to non family members.

I’d like to think the way you address your mother says a lot about the relationship. A person can never outgrow calling their mother by an affectionate term. I always see it as a bit disrespectful when people call a parent by their first name unless of course it is a step parent and until the relationship gets to the next level – or not!

Addressing your mother as ‘mother’ shows a kind of authoritative relationship. It draws a kind of invisible line in the sand that says – adult/child! Of course this is just my opinion.

My daughters are the sweetest little girls but honestly when they call me mama I’m always tempted to turn around and look out for an elderly lady who is possibly a grandmother. Hi my name is mummy and I’m pleased to meet you.

Hip Hip Hooray!

Today my dearest mother celebrates her 60th birthday. Sadly I’m on the other side of the world and will be missing out on all of the festivities. No doubt it will be a wonderful celebration of a fruitful life…so far. I have no doubt that the future is very bright for her.

There are many things that my mother excels at but I’ll highlight just a few. My mother is an amazing cook and while most people think their mothers are great its a fact that my mother can prepare a meal fit for a king and not break into a sweat. That is a skill she has failed to pass onto me. I’ve not come across a bigger book-worm than my mother and she remembers and recommends them accordingly. Yet another skill I’ve failed to inherit.

Like my father my mother is a sports fanatic and you’d swear they owned some of these clubs the way that they throw themselves into soccer and cricket in particular. Finally the one thing that my mother and I have in common is our ability to stay up late at night and then fail to respond to the call of the morning.

These are but just a few facets to an otherwise multifaceted and super amazing woman. Happy birthday mummy!

Happy mother’s day

Today mothers the world over are being celebrated and honoured!  Being in the uk of course means we celebrated five weeks ago…nevertheless, I took advantage and celebrated again. Mothers are truly special, I’m truly thankful that God has blessed me with three wonderful children.