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I may be slightly premature but there is method to this madness.
Here in the Southern Hemisphere, tomorrow is Mothers Day. Like most holidays
these days, crass commercialism often masks ideas and dilutes our reason. Not
at those moments with shy eyes and lumpy throats we pass our cards or hand over
gifts. Those eyes and throats know, it’s the TV ads, rushing round or the too
busy to ring moments that steal so I wanted to snatch back from life this year
for just a second.
Everyday of my life I walk past a photo of my Mother. It
hangs in the hall in a modest black frame taken two years after I was born. She
is leaning close to me as I clutch the edge of a no-doubt orange or green 70’s
sofa balancing myself, in black and white. Not for style as the fading shades testament
but because that was another time. Before the tellings off of my naughties, the
disapprovings of my teens or eye rollings of my 20’s. Long before my memories
permit my Mum sat perched, ready to catch me if I fell. This has never changed.
It’s often the trees hiding the forest and in this respect a day out of 365
seems pale to bated breath, edge of seat for god knows how long but if moments
and photos like this teach me anything it’s don’t wait to say thank you, or I
love you or I couldn’t do this without you or you don’t look any different to
me than you do in that photo Mum.
If you ever find yourself working your ass
off, trying that little bit harder or taking a little more care just so someone
might be proud of you. Know then that you are lucky and know they cared long
before you’ll ever know. Happy Mothers Day to all the Mums and thank you to all
the women who have featured in my life. Thank you for the time, lessons and
helping me become a better Man. To the Mum’s to be, may you know all the
reasons why…
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