Some people say the loveliest thing to hear your child say is “I love you” but to me the greatest word that my son can say to me is “mummy.” This simple five letter word is now highest up my list of awesome words beating words like zephyr or ether. It would be the word I would miss the most if I could no longer hear it. My mornings start with this word, full of life and laughter as H-bomb bursts into my room and shouts “hiya mummy” and my days end with this word as he’s falling to sleep next to me and sleepily calls out “mummy” while searching for my hand. Eventually it will change from mummy to mum and then probably to a sullen whatever as he gets older but I will always for the rest of life treasure the meaning of this word.
Today in America, Canada, Australia and many other countries it is mother’s Day, In England we celebrated this months ago but I’m jumping on the bandwagon and choosing this day to feel extra special about being a mum. It’s kind of hard not to when I have so many mummy friends out there all over the world wishing us all a happy mother’s day on FB and IG. I have been enthused by their happiness.
It made me think about the relationship between a mother and their child, many months ago I blogged about a conversation I had with grandad when he was lucid. He told me that my nan, his wife, who sadly passed away very suddenly over ten years ago now chose H for me. He told me that she wanted me to have him as my baby because he was so special and he is. This boy is me down to the core. I was kind of hoping he would pick up some of McD’s personality traits and be more calm and laid back but he is all me. He has a super short fuse and temper tantrums that are so fierce for a two year old you can’t help but laugh. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Do you remember your mother saying “I can’t wait until you have a child; I hope s/he is just like you?” Well I do and my mum certainly got her wish there, H is a whirlwind of emotions all mixed up in a fizzy pop bottle just waiting to spill over, whether it be his temper or his infectious laughter.
There are a couple of stories I have seen floating aroud on facebook that I wanted to share with you. They are most definitely warm and fuzzy:
A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”
“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”
The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”
God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”
Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”
God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”
God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”
“Who will protect me?”
God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it’s life.”
“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”
God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”
“You will simply call her, ‘Mom.’”
The author of this is unknown, and one that really got me thinking:
In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replies, “why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later. “Nonsense,” says the other. “There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?” “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths.” The other says “This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.” “I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here.” the other replies, “No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere.” “Well, I don’t know,” says the other, “but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us.” “Mother??” You believe in mother? Where is she now? “She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world.” “I don’t see her, so it’s only logical that she doesn’t exist.” To which the other replied, “sometimes when you’re in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her.” I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality….
These are stories that I love, both show how important a mother is to her child. I am so thankful I get to share in the wonderful experience that is motherhood even with all of its difficulties (and tantrums). My doctor told me this week that it is the most important job in the world and I agree with him because let’s face it where would we be without our mum?
Happy mother’s day, I shall leave you with this gorgeous picture of my little man xx
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