Thank You Mum
You know the thing I love about writing a blog is that it challenges you to dig deep, be completely honest and tell the truth about how you feel. Even with the knowledge that thousands of people will be reading all about you! But without this thought I don’t think my life would be as charming. To think that your deepest and sometimes darkest feelings will be shared, judged, laughed at, smiled at, and given many more emotions really develops the self.
This morning, through bleary eyes, raggedy hair and smelly breath, I wondered what on earth I was going to write about. Then as my fingers did the walking it leaped out in front of me.
I have discovered a wonderful website. Written Journey. It is a personal blog by Sylkay who has dug deep for many years as she has now published her poems and songs for us all to read, laugh with, love and cry to. She gives us an opportunity to discover her deep moments, her dark moments and her euphoric moments through the beautifully creative use of poetry and song.
On her site I found a beautiful and very appropriate song called Thank You Mum. The words are endearing, evocative, and overall they touch you in a place only a grown child or Mothers may know about.
The words of the chorus:
Hush my baby
Don’t you cry
Mummy’s here
It will be alright
Go to sleep now
Don’t you cry
I’ll be here
For you anytime
Those words have resonated so many times already in Pickles life. Sylkay so delicately and gently strokes the heart with her words the same way that I have done so many times to Pickles when she has needed to hear them. I love this Chorus. I love these words. I would love to hear the song.
Thank you Sylkay for this experience. There are so many outlets to being a Mum and I love yours.
Jay-marie
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I lay next to my son on the floor. I hold my breath as he let’s out his little sick moan that always tears at my heartstrings.
I have known this moment many times with him in the midst of sickness, and each time there is always a knowing he will be okay. Still, when I hear that little moan, I relive a certain panic and heart wrenching, wanting to change it for him in an instant if I could.
I know that we have to ride this wave, that there is a peak at which he has reached, and when he finally peacefully falls asleep, I know his body is now in the healing process, and he can start to descend the wave into better health, and I relax a little.
I realize my worry in this moment is part of my unconditional love for my child. I feel his pain in my mind, and I try to reach out with everything that I have, so I can bring comfort. Deep within I know it is really in his own hands.
The link we have with our children is the strongest link I believe we can have with anyone other than ourselves. This brings me to the reality that his life is his own. I can be here to comfort and guide, though ultimately that is all I can do. Little comfort sometimes.
I make a goal today to teach my son that he has the power to heal himself, and I’ll do the best I can to show him the way to loving himself. I want him to see the unique being that he was born to be.
We are all born good, and we come with our own set of skills and personality traits for a reason. I will talk with him about the negatives that may come his way, I will tell him that these people or situations are only here to learn from, and I will do my best to show him how to negotiate these negative thoughts or people that pass in and out of his life.
Today I think I found my real purpose as a parent and I realize just how important that is.
I take up this position today with more love and meaning than I ever had before.
Sending love and respect to all parents in this world.