Happy Mother's Day

My beautiful Mum

Mum, I know I owe you the world
And you deserve no less

I wish I could be there to give you a hug

As I'm an emotional mess.

I miss just sitting beside you

To have a cuppa and a natter

To share old stories and giggle

Just like the daft mad hatter

 For Your Mother's Day party

I write for you this ditty.

My poetry skills are hearty

And cheap, but oh so witty!

My mum when she was a teenager in the 50s

Mum giving a pose at 70.

I love you Mum

My Heart is Sore!

My mum left to go back to the south coast last night after spending two weeks with my sister and two weekends in a row with me. It was so wonderful to have her stay with us and be part of our wee family, even if it was only for a couple of days. She is brilliant with the children and she has a wisdom and calm about her that makes me feel safe and secure. She has endless patience and she is so easy to talk to. She has such inner strength and stays positive no matter what. I think her relationship with God has something to do with that.

I normally cry when my mum leaves to go home but it doesn’t last too long because I know I’ll see her again soon but last night I was really sobbing. Luckily my Boerewors was there to hold me tight while the tears trickled down my cheeks.

You would think that it would get easier to say goodbye after her being living down in the south coast for ten years but, it doesn’t. It gets harder and I think its getting harder because I see my mum is getting older and I realise she’s not going to be around forever. I guess I feel that I never know when I’m going to see her again and the fact that I can’t just “pop in” when I need her or miss her. I want to be there for HER. She’s been there for me no matter what and now that she’s getting older she can’t do everything she used to be able to – physically I mean. She has arthritis in her back and wrists and I can see its sore but she tries to hide it well and carry on regardless. I wish I could help her out and take care of her like she’s done for me all these years. My mum has had a rough life and been to hell and back moving her family to a new country, feeling alone in a new country and now alone in her marriage.

The longing feeling is still with me today even though I have called my mum on the phone to make sure she got home okay…I still feel empty and sad.

She's my best friend and the best and most special mum in the world!!!

I love you!

My Mum

My mum and Dad retired to the south coast (about 700km away from us) about 10 years ago and I still can’t get used to the fact that she’s so far away. My mum and I are very close and we’re more than mother and daughter – we’re best friends. It pains me everyday to know that I can’t just pop in for a cup of tea, a fag and a good natter.

I love it when she comes up to Johannesburg to visit and stay with us. The house just seems to brighten up when she arrives. She loves spending time with the girls and her presence is just a joy. The girls love to play with her and she has all the time under the sun to get down to their level and enjoy a game of cars, dolls, building puzzles or just plain hanging out.

I miss her everyday and just wish she lived closer so that she could be a part of our daily lives. She’s wise and wonderful and has a heart of gold. I love her dearly and I appreciate everything she’s done and does for me.

I love you Mum! Come and visit soon please!

So, all of you who have your mum's living close and "in your hair" just imagine what it would be like without her and think of what exactly she has done and does for you...

Pick up the phone now! And tell your mum how much you appreciate her...

Have you picked up the phone yet?

JUST DO IT!