Mothers Day - Yes Mother you Inspire Me
Today in Ireland we are celebrating Mothers Day. This special day is to celebrate the influence they have on their children, grandchildren and society. Throughout history mothers have played a very important part in shaping their children’s lives and instrumental in keeping home and family together.
They are most amazing of the sexes, and no man would be able to suffer the pangs of childbirth. I know of many a husband who attend a childbirth and fainted. No, I was not one of them. I still feel mothers get a raw deal today. They have to juggle work life with family life and although they can do the same job as men if not better they get paid less.
I have seen my mother multi task and she did not blink an eye. My dads excuse was he could only do one thing at a time. The recent war in the Middle East gives me sleepless nights when I read the casualties of war are mothers and children. Their lives have been snuffed out in seconds.There should be a ban on war.
I have the most amazing mother she turned a 103 in February, I feel guilty that I have not spent enough time with her. Thanks to Skype I can grab a few words Mind you she is mentally sound as a bell and her memory is as sharp as a pin and she eats like a horse.
What can I say about her, she is kind and loving, loves people around her has never had a bad word to say about anyone. She said to my wife that she wants a nice pair of shoes because she wants me to take her out for dinner. Our bags are packed and we are off to see her soon.
I have many fond memories of her and they are all precious. When I went to see her last year, she took my hand, held it so tight and lit up like an Xmas tree.That electric current of love lit me up as well.
So Members today, celebrate with me as we raise our glasses to Mothers all over the world. If you are a mother yourself I raise my glass to you for the valuable contribution you are making to your children’s lives and society as a whole. To those of you whom has lost a mother, let’s also celebrate their life and the wonderful love and joy they have brought into our lives.
I want to share this poem with You about Mothers
What I Meant to Say” by Michael Murphy
What I meant to say was … How can I possibly say good-bye to the person who was the first to hold me, the first to feed me, and the first to make me feel loved?
From a distance I watch you move about, doing the mundane tasks that to everyone else seem so routine. But for me, the tasks you lovingly completed year after year built and reinforced the foundation, the structure that made my world a safe and comfortable place to grow.
All that I am and all that I have can be traced back to you. Whatever accomplishments I have made along the way would not have occurred without first believing in myself. And you, you were the person who always believed in me.
Now on my own, I am amazed at the number of times I hear your words flow from my mouth. This ventriloquistic phenomenon was at first most irritating, but now warms me as I’ve come to understand that there is a part of you that will live on in me forever.
When time parts us, I pray that you will reach across from the other side to again touch my face and whisper into my ear.
For your warm and gentle presence in my life … for this, I will always be most thankful.
Yes, Mother, you inspire me!