Bruce, our Boxer dog is the puppy on my knee, he was a loyal companion throughout my childhood. I'm sitting on the wall that divided the garden of our weekend cottage with the paddock where the district nurse kept her donkey. My hair was usually kept tightly confined in pigtails. When the pigtails were loosened my hair became a mass of little ridges, like the roof of a dog's mouth!
A few years ago I went in search of the cottage and found that it had changed out of all recognition.
I had difficulty maintaining a pregnancy, but eventually in 1972 succeeded in carrying a healthy daughter to term.
Seven years later, after considerable help from the NHS, our second daughter was born.
I LOVE BEING A MOTHER
Illustration copyright Rosemary Murphy
Illustration copyright Rosemary Murphy
Our daughters make my life complete.
And I am immensely proud of the women they have become.
1912-2007
What lovely thoughts about being a mother. In the States we don't celebrate Mothering Sunday during Lent, but rather have a Hallmark/commerical Mother's Day in May. I believe Mothering Sunday was at one time a day when people were meant to go to their mother church, i.e., the church where they were baptized, and therefore it was a return to there village with a visit to their mother. It's easy to see how it turned from a Lenten observance to a holiday celebrating one's mother.
ReplyDeleteYes, Shawn, you're right, Mothering Sunday was the opportunity for servants to have a day off work to visit their 'mother' church and their families. It is quite separate from Mother's Day which has a more commercial basis.
DeleteHappy Mother's Day to you, Rosemary. Such sweet sweet photos. Here's wishing you tons of violets when they finally do start to blossom.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Connie. It's strange to look at the old black and white photos - I can remember all the colours of the dress that my mother is wearing!
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