Obviously Mothers Day is another bogus holiday invented by the card companies in order to get us to part with our cash. Unfortunately only the most cynical of person could argue that it’s not well deserved. Yes folks, Mummy’s are brilliant.
Considering that I have devoted blogs and posts in praise of how people like Jarvis Cocker, John Cusack or George Carlin have affected my life it’s probably only fair that I give my Mother a bit of shout out.
The best thing about my Mum? It might be her endurance. She has put up with living with up to 5 smelly men and an occasionally cranky younger female for the last 36 years. She cooked, cleaned, stitched and washed our dirty underwear. She changed our nappies, wiped our noses, put plasters on our knees and told us not to pick at the scabs.
Doctors, teachers, dentists, she has dealt with them all. It wasn’t easy. Life wasn’t. I’d be lying if I said she never get frustrated or angry. She did and when she did we knew all about it. But she kept doing it.
It probably has more to do with her heart than willpower in fairness. Despite all our faults she loves us and would do pretty much anything for us. I’ve often seen her go without so we could get something we wanted. We are her flock and as far as she was concerned her job was to tend it. Like Little Bo Peep from Crumlin.
Even now, as a thirty something year old grown man, I doubt I could be described as a great son. I don’t ring every day, when I do I don’t tell her things. I can’t imagine that she is delighted that her eldest child is living his dream as a penniless writer working part time in a ‘Japanese Lifestyle Store,’ without kids, relationship or home to call his own. I can just hear her bragging in the bingo hall about all the PP boxes I sold last week.
I worry that I let her down. I don’t regularly go to (extended) family functions when all the cousins might. I wonder if she is hurt by that. When I went to college back in 96 I was supposed to be going to make something of my life. I might have let her and my dad down on that one.
Yet she never gives me a hard time for it. I know she worries about me but she respects that I’m man (or idiot) enough to make my own decisions. The only time she gets annoyed with me is when I don’t do things that would make my life easier. Like fill in forms or chase up the people dealing with said forms.
She never makes a fuss. Everything she does is low key and for other people. I know if (when) she reads this she’ll be embarrassed first and then annoyed with me. I might not tell her about it.
- The mum’s who take their son to piano lessons on Saturday morning because they want their kid to have some culture.
- The Mammy’s who are raising beautiful daughters on their own because....well basically because daddy is a responsibility shirking arsehole.
- The Ma who to me, is still my little sister, but has two fantastic, happy kids.
- The Mum that I always knew would be a fantastic, even if her boyfriend was my best drinking buddy and as such a bit of a worry.
- The mothers who have to work harder because their amazing son hasn’t always been healthy.
- The mammies who brought my closest friends and family into the world.
- My close friends and family who have brought children into the world.
- The mom’s who are no longer with us but are missed a little more today
But most of all, its dedicated to my mother. I did bring her down a gift earlier today. I timed it well because she was able to make me breakfast. What? She likes to do it! Surely that was the best Mothers day gift I could give her?
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