Mothers…

NB: I know that yesterday was Mother’s Day in North America, not today (don’t worry, Mum got her card on the right day!).

The idea of Mother’s Day is a rather complex one for me to actually write about, because it brings up many feelings and emotions rather difficult to articulate in the short space of a blog entry. I also couldn’t even contemplate the holiday without having zillions of images of my grams whizzing about my head and through my heart. This made me rather melancholy and waxing nostalgic, because, well, she’s gone and I miss her so, so much. Thus, I decided I would not blog about M day, having wished my mumma a happy day via telephone. Curiously, however, as day turned to evening, I found myself rummaging around for pictures of my mum, and specifically trying to find pictures of my grams with my mum, and becoming increasingly frustrated because the pictures I was looking for were not to be found.

Forgoing sadness, I opted to share a little mumma-love on the blogosphere, because I love my mumma to pieces, and really, moms rule, and IMum on left, Grams on Right, moi in the middle don’t think that I understood just how intense and complicated the job description was, until I myself became a mom. The above picture is of ma maman with Grams (her mom), on her right, and our Auntie Lorraine on her left. I’m fairly sure that the baby with all that hair is my sister Tam, latter half of the groovy 70s.

Here on the right is my still slim & sassy mum after her third kiddo (3 more to follow…). My Grams is on the far right with my Uncle who would kill me if he saw this but doesn’t read my blog, my sis Tam on Mum’s lap, and yours truly in the middle trying not to open my present until Dad has snapped the pic.

I love this picture, taken during my mum’s recent visit. The Guppy is blurry because she was cracking up laughing, not because she was being tickled, I think we were being silly, a hobby around here. I value the picture’s eloquence, so telling with the juxtaposition of the wild frenzy of love from the Guppy and the calm, loving smile of her Pamma.

The mother/daughter relationship is such an interesting one, often mirroring each other from one generation to the next. My contemplating a blog entry gave me pause to reflect on the similarities between Grams and Mum, and it didn’t take me long to find my answer : unconditional love and support. I announced I was becoming vegetarian at 16, mum bought more fresh fruit and veggies. When I got my nose pierced way back when I knew everything in 1990, my mom was less-than-thrilled, though she held her tongue. In tiny-town rural-ville, I blended about as well as Ziggy Stardust at a Rotary Club luncheon. A visiting Grams said without hesitation she’d pierce her nose, too, if it would help calm down the parents- and she was serious. When the first tattoo followed a month later, she swore she would also get a tattoo to show her solidarity if need be. Now that I see the dynamic between my own daughter and my mom, I can see the same sort of complicity between them, and while piercings and tattoos are rather passé, I am sure that whatever challenges the Guppy brings my way, her Pamma will be there to help balance things out.

Now that I’m the Mumma around here, I frequently find myself filled with doubt concerning my parenting: am I a good mom? Could I be doing this better? What would Xena do in this situation? (kidding). The crushing feelings of self-doubt are often harder than the actual mom-duty, and I know that both my mother, and hers, delt with it. To all you ladies out there (because biological mother or not, we women are the mothers to our students, neighbors, sisters, brothers, etc.) I hope you had a great day. My Mother’s Day is in 2 weeks…

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9 thoughts on “Mothers…

  1. This is such a sweet post – I love my mom too. It’s hard when you don’t live in the same town (or country!). I remember how much I missed my family when I lived in NY for 3 years (I’m back in Toronto now) – your post brought back memories. I will hug my mum next time I see her, with this post in mind. I don’t have kids of my own yet so I can’t compare notes in that regard – but I have a feeling you’re doing alright :)

  2. What a sweet post, with beautiful pictures.

    Wow, I had no idea that Mothers’ Day fell on different dates depending on the country. In Japan, they celebrate “Children’s Day”… but when I asked my mom why we don’t celebrate it here, she replied, “It’s because EVERY day is Children’s Day here!”

  3. Geeze, thanks everyone for the lovely comments. I didn’t realize how sad I sounded in this post until re-reading it today. I’m ok, really, but I do feel a bit lonely for my mom since I usually only see her once a year. I guess all we can do is try to show them how amazing they are, and be thankful they are so cool!

  4. Your mum is beautiful!
    Mother’s day is so important, and I always get so emotional. I wish we all took more time to appreciate our mothers. Happy Mother’s Day to you (in two weeks!)

  5. Shelly – This is a wonderful post about your Mother and your Grandmother.

    I have a wonderful relationship with my Mother and with one of my Grandmothers. Sometimes I wonder if I have really shown my Mom how much I love her and thank her for all the things she did for me.

    Happy Mother’s Day to you Shelly! I hope you have a fabulous day with your family.

    Natalie @ Gluten a Go Go

  6. My mother is one of my best friends, and while I try to show her how much she means to me on “Mothers Day”, I try with all my heart and soul to show her how much I love her every day. I cherish all the time we get to spend with one another – I’m very lucky.

    I hope your Mother’s Day is a most wonderful one!! I’m sure you will enjoy it to it’s utmost extent :).

  7. Mother’s Day can definitely provoke a mixed feeling of emotions – I hope that your Mother’s Day, in two weeks, is still enjoyable.

    Love the vintage photographs that your provided in this blog post!

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