It’s a Sunday morning and I am in my pyjamas, yes my pyjamas, I find them so much more comfortable than the lingerie we wear to please men. Loose cotton pyjamas!
When we were growing up we blame our mothers for a lot of our failures and wounds. My take on this is that we should start our journey of recovery by understanding our mother’s upbringing and experiences and how it prevented them from being the “perfect mummy” as seen on television or read in magazines.
We cannot allow ourselves to languish in historical so called wrongs when really they were just the best they knew how. Children do not come with manuals. Now that we are mothers is it not time to accept and forgive? To love mum as we go through motherhood. It is now our time to do the best we know how as we are now sitting the test. Mum did her test and I say she passed as we did not turn out bad, did we? And if we did was it really her fault? Truly?
Take from her style what you liked; take from the televisions what you liked, from the magazines and neighbors and friends. I took hugging and kissing from the televisions, as my mum didn’t know how to, because her mum never hugged her. Today we hug, though odd, but it was not her fault. I don’t hit my children the worse is go to the corner, mum gave us a thorough belting, that’s what she knew how to discipline children. Mum did not fail, she did the best she knew how and you know what I turned out right, it is now my turn and your turn, let’s do the best we can.
My 9 Year old son rushed back from the car the other day and said “mummy I forgot something.” I ask what? He gives me a hug, a kiss, and says “I love you mummy happy mother’s day”. It is beautiful to be a mum. Treasure these moments because children bring out sincere, innocent and genuine love. I feel so blessed. This is not to say that one day he won’t at a spur of disagreement say “mummy I hate you”. He just might but today he said “mummy I love you” and I realize it is great to be a mother, is it not?
