When they asked me to write about Mother’s Day (this Sunday 14th March), I have to be honest and say that it’s incredibly difficult to try and encapsulate almost 50 years of memories of someone who is not only responsible for me being here, but has guided me and supported me through some of the hardest of life’s lessons.
I seriously don’t think there’s room on this page to put into words what I’ve learned from her so it’s probably best to go back a bit to when my world revolved around my brother and sister, my Mum and Dad.
Bloxham… big back garden and three small children all wanting to smile into the lens of a Box Brownie (photo below left).
Different garden, some years later with my Dad’s Mum and my Mum (photo left). Note the positioning of my hands!!! Awkward or what? And as my Mum pointed out to me… why would Nana have her handbag with her in her own garden? Who knows?
But she did and I remember quite poignantly some years on when we had a picnic in the back garden with Nana, lots of sandwiches (crusts cut off), chocolate cake, and stewed pears! We were also asked to try Earl Grey tea which I loathed, but can still remember the beautiful bone china cups we drank it from…
Talking of food, it reminds me of a present I bought for my Mum for Mother's Day when I was about seven… a hot cross bun! I didn't get much pocket money in those days you know but I was so excited I bought it the weekend before and kept it in a supposedly 'air tight' box (where were the Lock and Locks when you needed them!). On the day, she had to pick the bits of mould off the bun, but she still ate it, and that to me is a true mother's love!
Being a mum is different for all women. I seriously believe it depends on what you’ve been taught. You either change what you were brought up with with or use it as a template. Whichever way you choose from whatever you’ve learned, nothing can prepare you for the overwhelming love you feel for your own children.
I have watched my three babies grow into strapping young men and a beautiful woman, and yet I remember them so well when they were tiny and relied on me completely to give them what they needed. As the years have passed that need has changed, and they now have lives of their own. The direction they choose in their lives is more to do with who they are as individuals, and I applaud their individualism.
However you spend Mothers Day, whether you’ve ever had children or not, simply by being here, someone gave birth to you. Let’s celebrate that. My love to you, Ali xx