Mother's Day.

One day this week, I didn’t feel like a Mum, as I was thinking of Mother’s Day, I naturally thought of my Mum, for that’s what it means to me. My Mum is lovely, sweet and gentle, not really like me. I go to my Place of Worship and my Mum’s Manager is there too, both retired and this strong woman, yet lovely too, has nothing but praise and good words only, concerning my Mum, she tells me and anyone near, “What a lovely soul, Agnes is, I’ve never met anyone like her, you can be in a room with a few people and not know she is there, she is like a lamb, she quietly gets on with her work, and whatever I ask her to do she will do it and well.”

That in SO lovely to hear, how many people would their Managers past or present say that about them, behind their backs. My Manager now tells me what she things of me at times, to my face, but then I’m a trailblazers, I’m not here to be ‘nice,’ If I think something is wrong I will do something about it, and thank goodness for trailblazers or doers who see the things that are clearly wrong in the work place and do something about it, all through the right channels. My name is known to the Chief Executive, and his Directors under him. I’m not a lamb, but I have lots of friends at work, who respect me and I respect them. My Manager has told me, “You are the most confidential person I have ever met.” That’s good to be told that. New people who come to work where I work have said to me, “I have been told, that you can keep a secret, anything said to you stays with you, it will not be repeated, you can be trusted.” People are taking note, that’s good and positive. When I hear gossip, or it is told to me, I do take the information in, for I want to know what people are saying and thinking, and sometimes it is very sad, when I hear about a hardworking person, who is backstabbed by another. But I can’t repeat what is said to me, for it was said, in confidence that I won’t repeat it. I love to watch the backstabber later on, with their fake smile to the person they dislike, and the innocent person does not know they are loathed. But there is nothing new under the sun.

I look at other Mum’s those who I work with, juggling life! They are one person, at times it seems doing far too much. They cope, they have to. Some Mum’s get help from their child or Partner, some don’t. If they forget to do something, sometimes it has to stay undone until they can sort it out.

Mum’s are special, with many hats, they keep the home together and family. I love that video on Facebook where candidates apply for a job, by video link and the interviewer tells them the requirements of the job, the interviewer tells them what else is expected of them, each candidate, is shocked and disgusted, and finally the person doing the interview says, “All that for no pay, seven days a week.” Without exception they all say, “That’s impossible, it can’t be done!” The interviewer then say’s to them all, “Your Mum has done this job,” They get it. Their replies are heart-warming, and sincere, all smile some cry, it is beautiful.

It is good that we can have these special days, to celebrate, our Mum’s, when in fact they are special every day.

Sometimes I don’t feel special, or that I am a good Mum like my Mum is. I am far from perfect, but I suppose that doesn’t make me less of a Mum. I’m still a Mum to two wonderful, well balanced children. So, I must have done something right. I would have found it difficult without my Husband Paul. As for single Mothers and Fathers I applaud them. Now, they should have a day, where they are celebrated and praised for a job well done. This week I found out there was a Down syndrome Day, I didn’t know there was such a day, Single Parent Day should be added to the list of, ‘Days.’

Not every Mum is good, some are horrible and bad, I’ve read about them and seen them on telly.

Mother’s Day, for some is also a very sad day, for those Mum’s whose child is no longer with us, but either died as a still born baby, or died later on. Mother’s Day will be a heart-breaking day. For me, when I was single and had no husband or child, I hated Mother’s Day, it was the worst day of the year for me, a thousand times worst than Valentine’s Day. I have wonderful, beautiful friends who have no husband or child, I think of them nor just on Mother’s Day but throughout the year. One dear friend, does not celebrate her birthday, another of my dearest friends, always works on Christmas Day. And I would do the same too, if I had no husband or child. I wish I could ‘fix’ things for them, make everything right.

This Mother’s Day, I will also think of those who have lost their Mum, through death. That thought is so scary, their loss so great.

Usually I send my Mum a wonderful card, as Mum emigrated when she retired, but this year I will send her a text as she has WhatsApp, the line isn’t great, but we can also see each other.

Happy Mother’s Day, to Mum, Mom, Mummy, Mommy, Mama, Ma, past and present. x