It is time to look after our mothers. Well, we all have or had one. Sadly my mother has gone to the big kitchen in the sky. Even so I like to maintain the tradition of celebrating motherhood. Lets face it, if it were not for women the human race would have died out in the early stages of evolution.
It seems to me that throughout history men have been happy to go around warring and creating havoc but, it is always the women who come onto the battle field, after it is all over, and sort them out. It is the women in our race, that are the carers. They nurse the men and put them all back together, until next time. I know that there are men that care and nurse. But when a man has the caring gene we say ‘he is in touch with his feminine side’ and he is.
Our kitchen becomes open house on Mother’s Day. Rie and I do the cooking and all the women in the family gather together. I become the honorary male in the proceedings. The other males in the family arrive later fresh from the battlefield of the latest football match. I have taken a break from making bread to write this. The focaccia is done and the parmesan and sun dried tomato bread is on it’s final proving before it goes into the oven.
For me this is a day to say thank you to all the women around us and acknowledge that without them and their caring emotions, we would all be stuffed.
Yours were the first eyes I looked into.Yours were the first arms to hold me tight.
You were the first to show me never-ending love and compassion.
Forever . . . you are my mother
And I am blessed.
I would like to suggest one thing though, perhaps we should expand the concept from motherhood and make it womanhood day. There are many women, who may not be mothers, who are the caring influence in many people’s lives in the community both males and females
So I want to say thank you to you all. It is a joy sharing the planet with you.
Using the comments option below you can share, How you will celebrate motherhood this Sunday?
Be happy and take care