In New Zealand it is now Sunday 9 May 2010 and this is the second Sunday of May. That means, it is also the day to celebrate Mothers Day. In another twelve hours it will also be Mothers Day in Italy, and in Singapore, amongst others.
I do not know what it is like to be a Mother, but I can only imagine there must be a range of emotions to experience. And Mother’s Day or Mothering Sunday as it is sometimes called, is a time to think about our own Mothers, as well as for Mothers to think about the children in their lives. To remember those that have left this world well before their time, to welcome new additions to the family including grandchildren and neices and nephews and great neices and nephews, and god sons and god daughters. It is also a time for those expecting to take time to make plans for their expanding family and to take care extra good care of themselves.
There will be a mixture of fondness, perhaps some regret, physical tiredness and exhaustion, and I am told, also extreme joy and satisfaction.
Here is a lovely little quote that I wrote down from my Aunt’s book, the author is unknown, and it goes like this:
“The regrets of yesterday and the fears of tomorrow, are the two thieves that rob us of today and tomorrow”
I like to think that the quot above is a good reminder to us. It is good to be cautious and sensible, prudent and to make careful plans, and to think of contingencies. But it must be remembered to take a balanced view on things and not to fall into the trap of thinking that things are all black and white or absolute. In saying that it reminds me of the planning and organisational strategies of Stephen Covey, and the creativity thinking of Edward De Bono. It also reminds me of the poem ‘Desiderata’ that says something to the effect that although this world is full of despair and misery it is, nevertheless, still a beautiful world.
A Mother’s Love
A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.
– Helen Steiner Rice
Happy Mothers Day! With love xx