Someone once told me that no one loves you as your mother does, a poignant sentiment for a man whose mother died four decades ago, and one not enhanced by the merchandising of yet another Holy Day. 
Motherhood has always had a mystical element to it, the notion of one human being coming directly from another and those of us who don't get to be pregnant can hardly imagine the connection. Other than of course, as the offspring. Everyone born of woman is of few days and full of trouble as Job tells us in the Good Book. A sentiment not worth repeating on a day that mothers everywhere are being feted and fed.
My boss Jessica a mother and unaccompanied by the father of her child has somehow conceived a passion for a man who lives and earns a good living helping to extract precious oil from the Canadian Far North. so they are apart today. He is a solid single father to his girl so between them they make the Hallmark-perfect nuclear family for her screen saver at the office: 
Noel of course gave Jessica grief when she came to work overtime on my shift a couple of nights ago. "Enjoy your prairie blooms" he snickered gayfully as he left the communications center. Working with Noel is a laugh a minute and he made the most of the flowers which caused some blushing in our easily embarrassed boss. Who does NOT like her picture taken... 
Motherhood has always had a mystical element to it, the notion of one human being coming directly from another and those of us who don't get to be pregnant can hardly imagine the connection. Other than of course, as the offspring. Everyone born of woman is of few days and full of trouble as Job tells us in the Good Book. A sentiment not worth repeating on a day that mothers everywhere are being feted and fed.
My boss Jessica a mother and unaccompanied by the father of her child has somehow conceived a passion for a man who lives and earns a good living helping to extract precious oil from the Canadian Far North. so they are apart today. He is a solid single father to his girl so between them they make the Hallmark-perfect nuclear family for her screen saver at the office: 
Noel of course gave Jessica grief when she came to work overtime on my shift a couple of nights ago. "Enjoy your prairie blooms" he snickered gayfully as he left the communications center. Working with Noel is a laugh a minute and he made the most of the flowers which caused some blushing in our easily embarrassed boss. Who does NOT like her picture taken... 
Mother's day, for all it is manufactured as a point of sale brought some good cheer to the office that day and for that I am grateful. I am also grateful to my own mother who brought me into the world 53 years ago and had the unfortunate fate of leaving me to cope alone when I was just 14 years of age.
If you still have your mother be sure to thank her for all the effort it took to get you where you are.
Without her none of it would be possible, as short and as troubled as it may be.
3 comments:
Dear Michael:
My mother is still alive, but I haven't seen her in six months. This is because she is 83-years-old and is lost to the ravages of Alzheimers. The last time I went to see her, she thought I was her brother, and she was amazed a how fat I had become. When I tiold her I was her oldest son, she got very upset, and told me to leave, but not before belting me one.
My mother taught me the value of presentation... She taught me the purpose of looking someone right in the eye... And the great personal loss if you could not do that.. And then she taught me how to write... And that the point of writing was to make someone feel something... And if you were going to all that trouble... Than you should make them feel good.
Of all the things my mother ever said, this one is the best: "The only thing I truly regret in life is teaching my son Jack how to talk."
Happy Mother's Day, Michael. You are one of the biggest mothers I ever met.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Love you Jack. I always wake up and think you're my older brother. Does that mean I have alzheimers?
ps I have babes on duval at 5 tomorrow morning. just for you.
Mother Michael:
Happy Mother's Day to you too. If I had to pick a surrogate it would be you. I excommunicated my Mother nearly 2 decades ago and have no problems hiding under your wings
bob
Riding the Wet Coast
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