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Date: 14 March 2010 17:11:41
Mid-march is a time of mixed emotion in our home; sadness, remembering, thanksgiving and a whole load more I guess. Mothering Sunday is normally around the time of my mum's birthday and so it's a time I think of her quite a bit. For those who didn't know my mum this obitury in the local paper, a couple of years ago when she died, sums her up pretty well.
What it doesn't tell you is of the way her passion and focus meant sometimes she could be difficult to the point of wanting to tear your hair out, just as it meant she could sometimes be compassionate to the extreme when required.
When I remember my mum I thank God for the legacy which she left, which I am just starting to truly "get". I am largely the woman I am because of the support she and my dad gave me. I have had the courage to take the journeys I have at times because of the lessons of compassion and perseverance she taught me, although I didn't recognise that she'd taught me those until it was too late really.
I also remember the silly things too though. I remember the Saturday afternoons spent watching Ealing comedies, the nights spent once a year enjoying the Eurovision Song Contest and Last Night of the Proms together. I remember the love of literature and theatre she nurtured in me.
Most of all, through, these little silly things I remember how she taught me to be a mum. She taught me how to juggle it all and somehow make it work. She taught me that it's not how much you earn, it's what you do to earn that money that matters. She taught me that it's not ok to benefit without looking out for others and trying to give them similar opportunities.
So the biggest gift I recieve this mothers day is the gift of knowing however much I sometimes tried to deny the fact my mother loved me very much just as I love Third Party very much. She loved me enough to ensure I was bought up to care.