So Sunday it is then, Mothers day or my dad would want me to say Mothering Sunday. It’s another one of the ‘robbed’ pagans festivals so I’m told.
Based in ancient history as the Roman festival pf Hilaria, held in honour of the mother goddess Cybele and took place in mid March. As Christianity spread the 4th Sunday of lent became Laetare SUnday to honour the virgin Mary and mother church. Traditionally people would return to their ‘mother church’ or nearest Cathedral and were said to have gone ‘a-mothering’. Children would pick wild flowers to lay at the alter to thank Mary for her gift to the world. In later times it was traditionally the day that domestic servants were given the day off to visit their own mothers.
These days of course it is a very commercial event – as most high days and holidays are (not that I’m a religious person or have a problem with breakfast in bed and a big box of chocolates! – although I draw the line at a moon pig card)
But what does it really mean to us? either as daughters or mothers.
Some of you are aware that my precious mum passed away 4 years ago, and for me mothering sunday will never be quite as much fun ever again. The first couple of years I asked the children not to celebrate it at all. I couldn’t bring my self to even think about it. What the hell was there to be happy about, I didn’t have a mother to be grateful for, mine was stolen away from me by an incompetent health service and useless Dr’s. Luckily my children were old enough to understand and were supportive and understanding of my tears.
However over time I have come to realise that things move on and whilst she will be missed every day for the rest of my life, I do have to continue to live life and enjoy things around me.
So we are back to celebrating mothers day, I don’t get dodgy child made breakfast anymore, or a card made at school with too much glitter and paper daffodils on (which kinda makes me sad) but I do have fantastic children who love me – I think! and more importantly a fantastic Mother in Law who deserves to be celebrated!
I was only 17 when I first met her and I have grown up with her as an integral part of my life. She is a great friend, a great pair of shoulders to lean on, a great teacher of crafting, cooking and motherhood, without whom I would be lost.
So all hail the wonderful G’ma A and thank you for being my nearly mummy! I love you xxxxxx
And a big hug goes to my precious sister in law who is now without her nearly mummy and lost her real mummy this week. I love you too!!
So hop on those of you who blog, either your mum or mum in law or the person you consider your mum, who cares – like a home – your mum is where your heart is!!