Traditionally Mothering Sunday is celebrated on the forth Sunday of Lent. Girls in service were given the day off to visit their mothers, although my husband came home yesterday and said he had heard on the radio that it was to visit their Mother Church. Either way I got to wondering, was it just girls that celebrated Mothers then?
I have a love hate relationship with Mother's Day and have had many 'mother figures' in my life which include a mother, a step mother and an Aunt that 'fostered' me during my teenage years. My step mum is younger than me and didn't marry my father until I was a mother myself so her influence on my life has been minimal if at all, but we bonded over a love of dogs. (My first step mother was one whose influences ensured I would never be like her.) My biological mother: its a tenuous relationship to say the very least but my Aunt I always class as the one that gave me the morals and ideals I live with to this day.
I no longer go to church like how my teenage years were spent but this morning walking my dogs past the old Norman Church in Breinton, I could hear the organ playing and see daughters with their mothers arm in arm going through the doors and I was reminded of the old couple that lived next door to us many years ago when my kids were small. The lady had had a stroke a few weeks before and my kids were quite scared by her 'new' look, her face was twisted and gnarled and she did look a little odd. My neighbours were church goers and that Mothering Sunday morning I was on the drive with my small children washing my car when they arrived home. The lady got out of her car and came towards me, my daughter ducked down behind the front wheel of the car in fright as into my hands she pushed a small bunch of daffodils wrapped in tinfoil, 'For you.' she said 'for Mother's Day' and she went back into her house. She died a few months later, late in the night, I watched the ambulance from my bedroom window and sent up a prayer that him upstairs would welcome such a lovely spirit.
Mother's can be found in all places and they don't have to be a relative, my neighbour always had a smile for me even on the darkest days.
The hedges are bursting this morning, white hawthorn flowers along the field where we walk.
Izabel decided to go camouflage on the dog walk and I was just grateful it was mud not animal poo!
The daffodils in flower in the woodland area that reminded me of the lady next door all those years ago.
The old church, I waited until the mums and daughters had gone inside. How lucky I am to have a daughter, and son, and an Aunt who guided me through those teenage years!
...and a Gordy who makes me smile each and every day.
Happy Mothering Sunday where ever you are, I hope your day is filled with flowers, song and smiles and like me a good friend that has given you a bloody good bottle of red wine for later when the kids are out and the husband is at work!