Mothering Sunday 4th in Lent

It is a grey damp morning

Not one for remembering sunshine and laughter...

And yet that I'll do.

As I muse on this Mothering Sunday I reflect on the phone conversation I anticipate with my mother today... I am a grown woman now, with grown up sons of my own, but still this day I remember I am a daughter too.

Her first born

And God's precious child too

As is she

I reflect on all that she gave me, as she raised me:

A strong sense of the presence of God in our lives.

A strong sense of the importance of family

Not just Mum and Dad and my siblings, but the wider family too: aunts and uncles and cousins, my grandparents. And the place they all played in our family as I grew up.

As the years go by, and the years mount

Things change, physically, emotionally, some things are easier to bear than others

But this I know, as much today, as I did back then

She gave me life

She taught me well

She shared her faith

And she helped me to be who I was meant to be

Thank you. Mum

I love you! 

Mum, in her garden on their Golden Anniversary Weekend, 2009