Upon waking
this morning my friend Doug sent me a text message on his cell phone:
“Good Morning Sue – and what you think
about joining us, - Me ‘n Shaz at Seagulls restaurant for a Mother’s Day lunch?
Cath is treating Shaz, so I’ll treat you, seeing as your children aren’t here?”
To fill you
in, Cath is Doug and Shaz’ daughter, and Seagulls is a restaurant situated in
the tiny holiday village, L’Agulhas which is the last inhabited place at the
southernmost tip of Africa.
I do not
think my friends know how much it means to me to have received that message
today - it brought a lump to my throat and made me feel terribly emotional. You
see, I am here on my own trying to wrap up the sale of our home in Cape
Agulhas, Graham, (my hubby) is working under gruelling conditions in Uganda on
an agricultural project and my daughters, son-in-law and grandsons are all in
England. My Mom is eight hours drive from me up the east coast of South Africa.
As I’ve visited her recently, I cannot afford to visit her again until our
house transaction is through.
With my
friend’s kind gesture, it brought me to think of the many mother’s, (including
my beloved mother) step-mothers and adoptive mothers who are spending this day
on their own.
It’s for them
that I write this Blog today:
We, as mothers,
have all had mothers and grandmothers, an aunt or god-mother who has been an
important part of our life. Someone who kissed a grazed knee or stroked a
fevered brow, made us packed lunches and drove us back-wards and forwards on
school runs.
A woman who
cheered us on at school sport’s day and ran in the mother’s race, and even if
she came in last, she was our heroine.
A woman who
told us it didn’t matter that our report card was not brilliant, Einstein was
dyslexic and look how he turned out!
A woman who
kept all our drawings and little notes from when we first knew how to put pencil
to paper.
A woman who
taught us that fairies and angels really did exist and that the world was full
of beautiful things.
A woman who
cried with us over our first heartbreak and wrapped us in her arms and made
everything feel OK.
A woman who
saw us out into the big wide world and kept a lighted candle burning in the
window if we ever needed to return.
A woman who
saw the wonderment when we ourselves became a mother and we could only understand
the burning protectiveness and unconditional love a mother has over her own
child.
I think of
all the mothers who have to face the death of their own mothers, or the loss of
a beloved child. The empty feeling they must have to face each year when Mother’s
Day is celebrated. They cannot make a phone call to say “I love you dearly”,
but what I do know is Mother’s Day is for remembering our mothers because their
spirit remains within us and our children and our children’s children.
The whole
world’s most celebrated day of the year is Mother’s Day as everyone has a
mother. It does not matter what religion, creed or colour you are, Mother’s Day
is important to all of us.
Happy Mother’s
Day, - especially to Mothers who are on their own and feel sadness at loved
ones who are not with them.
Love and
Light to: My Mom, Debi, Kerry, Taryn, Johnno, Lochlan & Mason.
©Susan
Cook-Jahme, Freelance Writer
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