Monday, March 19, 2007

Mothering Sunday Memories

When I was young my Mum ran the Sunday school at our local church, so on the Saturday before we went picking daffodils, with permission from the farmer, I should add. This is when I learnt that daffs are slimy and not nice to pick in huge quantities - I think it was something like 150 bunches of 5, it still makes me cringe even though it was 30 years ago...

My Mum didn't like Mothering Sunday, it was too commercialised (even then) so we were never allowed to give presents or cards, she complained that she had to get a card for her mother and mother in law...

I just get annoyed at all the over advertising of what was a religious (or even pagan) festival for the beginning of Spring (if I've got it right).

I used to sit in front of the telly on a Saturday afternoon knitting or sewing with Mum. We watched in horror when the stadium caught fire at Bradford, we shouted at the wrestling of Big Daddy, and we watched any number of bad films on BBC2.

We went shopping to craft shops over the Pennines on the first day the roads were open after the snow. We argued in the shops who was going to have which cross stitch kit (she always won !)

She encouraged me to knit and get a job knitting for a local wool shop when I was 16.

And now today she has been gone twenty years.

It is hard to believe the passing of time, nearly half my life (give or take a few months). I had a very strange feeling when I realised that I have known my friends from uni longer than I knew my Mum. It also bothers me that her anniversary is always close to Mothering Sunday when everyone expects you to have a mother and buy things for her.
I feel so tempted to shout out that I haven't got a Mum any more, I wonder if I would be so anti the day if it wasn't for her bad timing, it just makes her passing worse with the constant reminders each year.

So for all of you with Mothers out there remember they will not be with you forever make the most of your time with them.

And for those who are Mumless I hope you manage to remember the good times without too many tears.

And now I think I'm going to find a cheering dvd to watch, do some knitting (no surprise there) and think happy thoughts .... of what might have been, who would have finished the wedding ring shawl first, the exciting yarn filled holidays that could have been, and the fights over books and patterns......


Blogger susoolu said...

I remember picking daffs with my mum, too (and the slime!).

Good memories, happy memories, strong memories (Big Daddy and cross stitch, how glorious) - I shall raise a skein of good wool in your mum's honour. And a skein for you too.


12:40 pm  
Blogger Gill said...

Likewise, Sue - good happy memories which will last forever. Quite agree about the commercialisation, too.

3:47 pm  
Blogger Badger said...

With you totally on this one. Hugs.

9:29 pm  
Blogger BabyLongLegs said...

Hugs Sue...
This was my Mum's first Mother's Day without her Mum, as she passed away in April last year :(
More hugs for you
Sarah xXx

10:41 pm  
Blogger Woolly Wormhead said...

You've got me thinking.....You know the relationship between me and my mum.... maybe I should show her my thanks and love more often? We should certainly clear the air, so there are no regrets...

A thoughtful post, thank you.


9:03 am  
Blogger Knitting@number9 said...

I agree with you wholeheartedly about so many of your thoughts and like you have a lot of similar memories of my mum. I lost my mum the day before my second wedding anniversary four years ago - so like her to make sure that I didn't forget the date!

10:47 am  
Blogger Rain said...

Big hugs Sue.

Losing my Mum is the thing I dread most so I intend to make the most of her while she's here.

11:17 am  
Blogger janilizi said...

Although it made me cry to read your blog, I am glad I did. My Mum died on the wednesday after mothering sunday last year, we buried her cards with her - she had been too ill to look at them. But the memories are wonderful and will last for my forever. Thanks Sue

10:57 pm  

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