As mother’s day approaches, the media is flooded with messages of ‘thank mum for this’ and ‘thank mum for that’. But why are we thanking mums rather than just helping them? It’s not that I don’t think mums should be thanked (you absolutely must thank your mum for all she does – her work literally NEVER ends… just ask the laundry pile and kitchen sink). I just wonder why in the 21st century, we’re still letting her do all the stuff we thank her for.
Ever felt like you just had to let something out but you weren’t quite sure how? That’s where I’m at right now. Desperately feeling desperate but not sure what I’m desperate for. Confused, alone, tired and constantly on the verge of tears… thank goodness mercury is out of retrograde from tomorrow. But can I really blame the stars?
Sitting here, watching cockatoos fly past in mobs, my dog at my feet and hearing the sounds of my husband and child chat happily, one could be forgiven for thinking today was just a normal, lovely Sunday morning at home. But today isn’t just any day. Today is my mother’s 2 year anniversary.
Listening to the radio last week, I heard about a ‘Mother of the Year’ competition where people could enter their mother based on criteria that, frankly, made me cringe. So I thought I’d write my own criteria on a fictional ‘Mother of the Year’ award.
I was talking to a lovely friend today about the Myers Briggs Personality Typing. I mentioned that since the very first time I took it as a graduate (far too many) years ago until now, I haven’t changed at all. But is it beneficial to be labelled and boxed into an identity?
The day I was born, when my father held me as I screamed he said ‘this one’s a tiger’. Identified by my lung capacity and feisty nature on day 1, I have been affectionately called ‘Tiger’ or ‘Tige’ by my family ever since.
One beautiful soul who changed this world. Not through fame, not through fortune. You changed this world by being the change, teaching change. Seeing this world from a beautiful perspective, for all her wrongs and rights.
The world has been waiting on tenterhooks for the US election result. And so another one goes down in the history books. And social media is in full swing with shock, opinions and… bullying. So in all of this, I’m wondering, who ARE you?
It has been 1 year, 5 months, 9 days and 16 hours since you died. And I’m still waiting for it to get easier, for the grief to ease. Today is your brother’s anniversary and the pain I feel for my aunty and cousins is just about unbearable. Because I know they still feel like I do and have for 5 years. They’re still waiting for it to get easier.