From the creator: Happy Mother’s Day!

To my Mother, I know that you must surely have a grove of them surrounding you now!

To my Mother, I know that you must surely have a grove of them surrounding you now!

Ahhhh, I must apologize… I took a break from medieval history and fantasy to enjoy a bit of the real world, enjoying a few of my favorite things besides history! Two of those “things” being my awesome children. Hahaaaa no, they don’t mind so much being called “things”. When they were little they did love Dr. Seuss and laughed at my occasionally calling them thing 1 and thing 2! In fact, one of the best presents I’ve received in recent years is a mug from my daughter appropriately labeled “thing 1 and thing 2”! Now that they are both adults, I am happy to say that they are two of my best friends. If I were not related to them and met them somewhere, I can honestly say that I would quite thoroughly enjoy their company and want them as friends!

It’s one of the most difficult things, to step outside that relationship you have with your children and see them honestly, openly in their own light, their life… To look at them objectively and think to yourself, “If I did not know this person, would I have that interest and connection to want to know them?”

when I was raising my children, I found one set of words and thoughts that spoke to me above all others. I followed those words with every decision I made for myself and them along our most difficult path together over the years.

The Prophet
On Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, and yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, not tarries with yesterday.
– Kahlil Gibran

When my children were growing up, I tried to fill their minds, their souls and their spirits with music, with books, with stories and poetry to open the world and all of it’s possibilities to them. I read out loud to them, anything from song lyrics to poems, from fairy tales to facts, from silliness to seriousness.

Some of their favorites were Robert Louis Stevenson’s ‘Child’s Garden of Verses’

As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you. He intent
Is all on his play-business bent.
He does not hear, he will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
He has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air
That lingers in the garden there.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Tonight, I take time to think back, to be ever grateful and blessed that these two souls chose me to teach them, train them, guide them on the beginnings of their journey through life. I also take time to think of my relationship with my own Mother, whom I for so long felt at odds with, didn’t understand until so much later in my life. I often felt like I just never fit in… in the family, in the place I was raised. I wondered what the reason was for my being there? It wasn’t until I was so much older, raising my two children on my own and returned home to my parents that I realized how much closer we were in some spirit way, how much we needed each other on some other level that neither of us knew. I am ever grateful for having the chance to truly get to know my Mother as a person, have some insight to who she was before she was my Mother.

Before I Was Myself, You Made Me, Me

Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,
Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me

With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,

And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.
Author unknown

Close Your Eyes and Wish for the One Thing

Close your eyes and wish for the one thing
You cannot do without, and when you do,
Near your heart you’ll find it, always there,
Treasure that is dear but not so rare,
Held in the mesh that all your dreams flow through.
In truth, no gift more happiness can bring,
And so this day I give my love to you.
Author unknown

Mother’s Songs

Songs my mother taught me,
In the days long vanished.
Seldom from her eyelids,
Were the teardrops banished.
Now I teach my children,
Each melodious measure.
Oft the teardrops flowing,
Oft they flow from my memory’s treasure.
– Author Unknown

My Mother was not one for songs or lullabies. She was not the most affectionate or hugging type and she certainly was not one who you might want to hear singing, I must have inherited that trait from both her and my Father because while I love music, I do not sing… not even in the shower! One little lullaby she did sing though was this one. I can still hear her singing it softly to my children.
Bye, baby Bunting, Father’s gone a-hunting,
Mother’s gone a-milking,
Sister’s gone a-silking,
Brother’s gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby Bunting in

So, to all of the Mothers, to all of the children… May you feel blessed to share each other’s journies in life whether for a short time or a life time and beyond together. Remember that even after the child has grown, and left on their own path, after the Mother has left this plane for another place of peace and comfort, your souls will be forever joined with the love and the memories you have left imprinted on each other’s hearts!


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