“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.”
In 1967 angels passed through the clouds of heaven and a pearl was formed. Margaret; my pearl, my source of life and love. Let me take a moment to describe you to you, “dipped in chocolate, bronzed in elegance, enameled with grace, toasted with beauty”, your big round eyes full of hope and faith they glisten and shine, you are a force. Brutally honest, and yet sympathetic and sweet. Your laughter fills a room, bounces off the walls and echoes in people’s hearts forever, your joy and view of the world are infectious. You upset me sometimes because even though you understand my pain and my struggle, you will correct me and turn me towards the right path, you are a driving force in my life.
Through blood, toil, sweat and tears you birthed and raised two amazing children (I don’t mean to blow my own horn here but Isaac and I fall into the great human beings category). The world robbed you of your husband and you were left with two young children and unpleasant in-laws and yet not even for a moment did you doubt yourself, you dusted yourself up, held your head up high and conquered.
After my father died and before I knew better I had this ‘rude’ and unpleasant way of responding to people’s condolences and I think I still do. Every time someone would ask about my dad I would have to give them this heavy answer to such a simple question their natural response would be “I’m sorry” no one ever specified what it is that they were sorry for and I would always respond “why are you sorry, you didn’t kill him”.
Awkward right, I know I don’t really have a filter for these things and I have a weird sense of humour too. But the reason for this was I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me because I didn’t want to take away everything you had done for me, none else could have possibly done or been what you have done and been for me.
I want them to know they shouldn’t cry for me when they think of what I’ve lost. I am fine. God blessed me with an exceptional gift. A woman who built bridges for me to walk through, A never ending song of comfort and joy, a breadwinner, someone’s whose care was so rich its unchallengeable
I can’t imagine life without YOU mum. I can’t imagine the world without such a sweet soul. No one will ever understand the bond I have with YOU. You make the pain go away with one swift word. You a superhero in my eyes, you can solve problem with one phone call. I am not afraid when I am around you, you take the fear away. As old as I am I know I am safe with you around, no one can hurt me. You are always there for me, to care for me, to love me, to hold me down. You are my hitta, my strength, my heart and you will forever be!!!
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MUM. I love you and I am grateful for all you have done for me. I could never put a value on the work you have done for me and the sacrifices you’ve made. I will never be able to repay you for those sacrifices, the tears and the pain. All I have are my words and my heart, so thank you very much for making me who I am. You mum are a true image of God!!!!
Margaret, my pearl my gift from the heavens !!!!!!!!
Happy Mothers Day to all my readers. You are a gift to your children.May God bless you with the strength that Mary had. May you be able to love your kids and guide them always. Thank you all for the sacrifices you have made for your kids.