Love to my boy.

I wrote this post six months ago.

Bless my boy.



this is where we part, My Friend,
and you’ll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind,
new pleasures there you’ll surely find.

   I will go on, I’ll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.

   There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren’t you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you’ve taught.

   Your place I’ll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this: I loved you …

Copyright © Jim Willis 2002, All Rights Reserved


Feel the Love – It’s Mother’s Day!

jas child picsIs it an over commercialised retail opportunity?  Or is it a long standing tradition that’s evolving over time, which puts a mark in the sand – setting out a pre-determined day which reminds us as a community to stop for a moment and give thanks to someone who is so constant, so necessary, that they’re usually taken for granted.

As a child, Mother’s day is a meaningful opportunity for me to thank my mother – to show my love and appreciation in a way that is more personal to us and our special relationship than other more public occasions like her birthday would allow.

As a mother, I’ve always said to my girls that it’s how they are everyday that counts – not tokens of ‘love’ at Christmas, birthdays or other special occasions – but their love that shines through the constant, supportive, very close relationship that we have.  But it is still very special for that bond to be formally appreciated.

Like many others, I expect, I’ve spent the last 2 or 3 weeks stopping at every sight of Mother’s Day cards to browse the selection and see if I could find the right one for my mother… to no avail.  So yesterday, as the final attempt before resorting to a home made card, I went to ‘The Card Shop’ on the high road.  It didn’t disappoint – a whole wall from top to bottom of every kind of Mother’s Day card you could imagine – funny, cultural, irreverent, soppy, traditional and less so – even some for ‘Single Mum’…

The shop was packed – literally.  One could say ‘typical, everyone leaving it to the last minute‘ – but  there was a strikingly positive, thoughtful atmosphere in there – people of all ages, from all walks of life, quietly taking their time to really go through the massive array of cards.  Quiet contemplation – focus on finding the right one for each mother in mind.  A tall guy in a hoodie next to me started a long range conversation with his friend at the other end of the shop ‘Oi – did u see the words in this one?’ … back came the response…  ‘I liked the picture in the one above but I’m looking for betta words…’ Everyone else carried on searching – then happily joined the long queue to pay – visibly content, feeling good that they’d got the card that said whatever it was they wanted to say to their mum… this was no quick dash in last minute desperation for an empty ‘token’.

I found a perfect card for my mother.  It was a ‘thank you’ card.  It said, in a more pink and fluffy way than would be acceptable on any other day of the year – exactly what i wanted to say… not just have a great mothers day, but thank you… for all the good thoughts, intentions, love, for always being there and for all the inspiration.

‘If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been’.  Robert Brault
The strongest memory I have as a child is of winter holidays in a family friend’s ‘mobile home’ – they lent it to us, and my mother would take my sister and me to stay in a large static caravan during the autumn and spring half terms.  My dad would stay at home, not able to spare the time off work.  It always rained and my mother would take us on long beach walks… looking back, there was probably little else to do in those parts out of season.  We’d have a wonderful time watching the wild skies and the angry power of the waves, crashing and foaming.  Under her direction, we would just be wearing our cagools and shorts “so we don’t get wet“.  When the rain was heavier and the drops bigger than usual, she’d tell us to ‘run between the raindrops‘, and we did.  Then return to the steamy warmth of the caravan for hot homemade soup, listening to the hammering downpour on the tinny roof.  Feeling cosy and secure, physically and emotionally.  Those are such happy memories, despite the fact that I hate getting wet…  Anyone who can create such sunny, positive thoughts about going for long wet, cold walks is a pretty amazing person.
 You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around — and why his parents will always wave back.  William D. Tammeus

P1000045I treasure my mother’s day gifts – a huge surprise bouquet of my favourite white flowers delivered in a big box and left on the doorstep by the courier yesterday from Jassi.  A carefully chosen and very unusual, densely written card from Holly.  And a ‘surrogate mother’s day present’ of a facemask kit from a friend who is staying here at the moment.  All perfect presents, chosen with care, so warmly given and received .

According to the African proverb, ‘it takes a whole village to raise a child’ –

I think that this is so true, and am profoundly grateful to all of those along the way who have taken a real interest in, or been a positive influence on my children.
As a mother, my main hope has always been that the children who I was so blessed to be given the opportunity to bring up will grow up to be happy, successful individuals; confident in their own minds, making positive contributions to life and those around them at each stage of their life.

 ‘A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.’ Dorothy Canfield Fisher.

But being a mother doesn’t bring all the answers, shine all the lights in the right direction.  Fathers are vital too.    Sometimes circumstances are less than ideal.  Running a home, being the sole provider and bringing up a child was never meant to be a job for just for one person.  Perhaps today is a good day to put the past behind.  It will never be forgotten, but perhaps today is the day to move on from it.  To remember that family ties are always there.  They may be broken, but they don’t go away.
Happy Mother’s day to all mothers –
and to all those who support mothers,
and most of all to our wonderful children –
we really couldn’t do it without you.  xx.

Happy Music!

Some things – like a warm sunny morning in early spring,

the feeling of hot sand between your toes,

an unexpected present,

or being passenger in a car with the roof down, dog on the back seat and good music playing

just makes me feel great – toe tapping, unresonably smiling.

A couple of years ago I was introduced to the music of Jools Holland and his big band.                                                                                                                Jools has to be the king of ‘happy music’. Thanks J for sharing your music.  Feeling FineI’m In a Dancing Mood and Be My Guest must be amongst the most smiley, forget your troubles tunes… Here are some more suggestions – what are yours?

Louis Armstrong and all his starsAin’t misbehavin – another chaotic jazz great, although this isn’t the best quality track –

Aretha Franklin Respect

Eliza Dolittle Pack Up – this isn’t a good recording, but I defy you to listen to this and stay still… turn the volume up, and the challenge is on!

My Chemical Romance Teenagers because it reminds me of Jassi – she caused a stir in her last year at primary school when she chose this track for her class assembly – incidental lesson for the day – you can get away with anything if your smile is big enough and warm enough – and you’re good at editing!

Soft Cell Tainted Love – great jogging music… feels good

Eurythmics Here comes the rain again A bit slower, but confident and strong, with a flowing beat

Ok, so this one’s a bit embarassing, but it has to be admitted that it gets you in the mood… Abba Dancing Queen

For a complete contrast, Barry White My First, My Last, My Everything

Reminds me of a particular time, so a personal smile – great song, greater video! Queen I Want to Break Free

Robbie Williams – groovy and good looking – How lucky can one guy be?  Ain’t that a kick in the head Beyond the Sea

Black Eyed Peas I Gotta Feeling

Here’s something to remember Bob Marley  Don’t worry bout a thing

Tina Turner Simply the Best

Do share your happy songs 🙂