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To me, mothers share a lot in common with farmers.
Like farmers, they toil every day.
They sow seeds without a promise of a sure harvest.
Under the most harsh conditions,
they till the soil, pull weeds, and prune where they believe it is needed.
With no promise of a certain return or a good harvest for all their labor, they work on.
What did my own mother often tell me?
"Mothers hold their children's hands for only a short time -- but their hearts forever."
And for all their efforts, their loving kindnesses, their reluctant punishments --
they tend to slowly fade into the shadows,
hidden from the spotlight of their children's ever-growing focus upon themselves, their wants, their lives.
Mothers often grow ghost-like even in the eyes of their husbands,
chained to the demands of job, bills, and a vitality that is frighteningly leaving them.
For all you mothers out there who feel they are slowly becoming invisible, unappreciated, and alone.
Here is a video I borrowed from Kimberly Job's lovely blog, SCRIBBLED SCRAPS : http://scribbledscraps.blogspot.com/
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Like farmers, they toil every day.
They sow seeds without a promise of a sure harvest.
Under the most harsh conditions,
they till the soil, pull weeds, and prune where they believe it is needed.
With no promise of a certain return or a good harvest for all their labor, they work on.
What did my own mother often tell me?
"Mothers hold their children's hands for only a short time -- but their hearts forever."
And for all their efforts, their loving kindnesses, their reluctant punishments --
they tend to slowly fade into the shadows,
hidden from the spotlight of their children's ever-growing focus upon themselves, their wants, their lives.
Mothers often grow ghost-like even in the eyes of their husbands,
chained to the demands of job, bills, and a vitality that is frighteningly leaving them.
For all you mothers out there who feel they are slowly becoming invisible, unappreciated, and alone.
Here is a video I borrowed from Kimberly Job's lovely blog, SCRIBBLED SCRAPS : http://scribbledscraps.blogspot.com/
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Hi Roland - what a great talk from Nicole Johnson ... and yes how true is it that's women are so often invisible ... yet how many great and wondrous things have been built - that no-one knows how or by whom ...
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day to all ... thanks Roland - great post .. cheers Hilary
Thanks, Hilary, for liking this post. All of us nurture the people around us or we poison the soil of their world. Our choices make the difference. :-) Happy Mother's Day to everyone, no matter what end of that equation they stand. :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day to all the Invisible mothers!
ReplyDeleteI echo that wish! :-)
DeleteMy wife isn't a mother, but I won't let her grow invisible.
ReplyDeleteWe parent more people than we imagine in our lives. Not all our children spring from our blood but from our kindnesses and compassion. I am sure your wife has nurtured many in her lifetime. I know, you being you, your wife will never feel invisible. :-)
DeleteWonderful tribute! It's thoughts like these that make it all worthwhile;-)
ReplyDeleteDiedre, thanks for thinking so. Happy Mother's Day!
DeleteMy mother never faded from my life. I left here over there across the ocean and later a continent too, but she's always been with me. This fall she will be gone for 30 years. But she is still with me, in my heart.
ReplyDeleteMy mother, too, died some years ago. The year of our last Ice Storm which cut the power leaving the city as dark as my heart. She, too, is always within my heart murmuring. You, too, can hear her words in the voice of the Turquoise Woman who is my tribute to her.
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