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Date: 20 March 2009 20:54:42
Nature or nurture?
Something genetic or social construction?
Part of our being or something learnt?
These are questions I can't answer
Yet I know when I was young I was held
Fed and changed in my helpless state
As I grew my tears were wiped
My nonsense listened to patiently
Then as a young adult she let me go
With wise words of concern and acts of compassion
As we grew older she saw me become a mother myself
Gently advising me on the practical aspects
Of a strangely alien activity
Sometimes she would come and be grandma
So that her daughter could fly off and become a child again
And her grand-daughter could enjoy the care
That comes from the wisdom learnt being the mother of several
She was, inbetween everything else she did, always a mother
In a world of competing demands putting her children first
Then one day her body was gone
Yet her spirit remains
I don't know if my mothering skills were passed
Through the genes or through her wise advice
It doesn't really matter
She was my mum
And through her I have become Third Partys mum
This weekend I'll pause and remember with a greatful heart