This is the Lady – My Mum

Mum

I have written about my Pop but not Mum…so it’s her turn tonight.

This is the English Rose at my daughters Wedding 3 years ago.

This is the lady who says now she’s not beautiful & that growing old means people “look at you as though you are stupid or they don’t understand you, or have patience for you”.

This is the lady who gets frustrated by not being able to do what she did in her younger years.

This is the lady who suffered a fall a couple of years ago and now has difficulty walking (one of my little penguins).

BUT  This is the lady that brought me into this world.

This is the lady who held my hand to cross the roads.

This is the lady that looked after my children, so I could work.

This is the lady that took care of me when I was sick, or had a bad back & couldn’t tend to my daughter.

This is the lady who has supported me and my family with her unconditional love & affection.

This is the lady whom I have laughed with and shared tears with.

This is the lady that I have argued with & fought with.

This is lady who can say a sharp word or two to me if she feels the need.

This is the lady who has shared so much love for other people.

This is the lady that has such a good and giving soul.

This is the lady I look up to & admire for her strength & her courage to leave her home of England and come to Australia for a better life, knowing that breaking away from her parents was the hardest thing she could do.

This is the lady who has shown so much commitment and unquestionable love to my father.

This is the woman that lays Pops clothes on the bed of what he is to wear every day and continues to do so, because she thinks he can’t colour coordinate (though everything is beige) :-)

This is the lady who bares no grudges towards anybody.

This is a lady who was told she should start her own cake business as she is a brilliant cook.

This is a lady who held ‘simple’ dinner parties for 20 people without blinking an eye.

This is the lady that was a brilliant hostess.

This is a lady that went back to work, standing on a cold concrete factory floor to work on a production line so that she could save some extra money to take my brother to England for a visit to see his Grandparents.

This is the lady that will have glassy eyes when helping Pop up from his chair.

This is the lady who lost her youngest son eight years ago and bares the grief silently within her heart.

This is the lady who has been a loving & giving person not only to myself but to her grandchildren.

This is a lady with so much pride & strength that sometimes I think she forgets that she has any.

This is a lady that looks at us with love as only mothers can.

…Yes we may have ‘words’ now and then…we are Mother & Daughter.

…Yes we may not often see eye to eye on things.

…Yes we are both different ..but in so many ways so alike .

…Yes you have grown older..but I have too.

…Yes I am proud of you, admire you, value you, adore you.

… Yes but most of all I AM THANKFUL that you are my MUM & I treasure now more than ever having you with me still..

So do not think for one moment that you aren’t beautiful because my darling English Rose YOU ARE NOW and always will be to me…

I LOVE YOU

xxxxxxxxx

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21 thoughts on “This is the Lady – My Mum

    • Hello now at home mum – Thank you for visiting, liking and now following I see. I appreciate everyone who takes the time to pop in and read. Thank you also for your kind words. We often don’t say enough about how we feel, this is one of the ways I can share my thoughts about her, my family and friends….and yes she is a wonderful lady. :-)

  1. Your words said with such feeling have brought back such beautiful memories of my fantastic english mother in law who we have always called ‘the english rose’. Memories are so precious. Thank you for sharing and reminding me to always remember. To your beautiful Mum.

    • Annette- Firstly thank you visiting and liking my post abut my mum. Thank you also for your very kind words very much appreciated. I am sure she will love seeing the comments from those who have visited.

  2. Mumsy, love the change to the blog. The white and green are beautiful . I had tears when I read your tribute. That’s how I feel about my mum. Your mum is so beautiful, I can see why you call her an E nglish Rose. Mothers do so much and they are rarely thanked, the joy you express, the love with which you wrote is such a wonderful homage to a very special lady. We are blessed indeed to have strong, kind and compassionate women as examples, I hope my girls will feel about me, the way I do about my mum, someday :-) um, when the crazy times are over – it is only the beginning for me.

    • Hello sweetness – Thank you. Do you think the writing is too small in the posts though or too pale? There isn’t an option to have a larger font when you post is there? (they probably have that hidden from me – just like why my photos disappear).

      Your girls already feel the way about you as you do your mum
      Us girls like to keep secrets ssshhh

      xxxx

      • Mumsy, the writing isn’t too small at all. I love your new format. Mmm, no options for a larger font, sadly. Wish there were more options. You are too sweet. Hopefully I’m setting a good example for my kids.
        xox

  3. *smiles* …. I can so see the English in her *grins*…

    And by the way, I still stand by my words before about your mum looking just absolutely beautiful. Age may be coming upon her yes…but as she gets a wee bit older … her face softens … her eyes start to smile a bit more yes?

    Though the MOST beautiful part of her? Her daughter.

  4. and I am smiling back at you for what you have written with a tear in my eye for you seeing the beauty in her

    your last line…. I don’t know if it is, but you are such a precious human being for saying so…you know that don’t you? For if you don’t you should.

    I look at your picture displayed and your face radiates warmth and a person with great heart and soul and I am truly happy that we are friends.

    **warm heart felt hugs to you** our lovely Irishkatie xxx

  5. What a beautiful and moving tribute to your mum. I absolutely love this post (it brought a tear to my eye!) she sounds like a wonderful, caring and beautiful soul!

    And I also loved Katie’s comment – so true! :D

  6. Isn’t it funny that us writers put mere words on a page and have the ability to move people, to evoke emotions..yet simply I was writing how I feel about her, not knowing what the reaction would be….
    Thank you Di for your comments.

    Yes Katie has one beautiful soul ….

    xx
    :-)

    • Thank you precious. She actually rang last night after reading it..and said “But I don’t think I deserve it”……. I couldn’t reply straight away… what on earth would make you think that..of course you do and more, I’m only sorry I didn’t write it earlier.
      xxxxxxx

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  9. awwww

    Tell mumsys mumsy I have no idea how she looked before, though I am sure she was very beautiful, but now I see so much beauty, she has the face of one that I would plop down beside, knowing we would have an enchanting conversation that would go on for hours. Age does note reduce beauty, it increases it. Beauty is timeless. :-)

    • She is in this Post…more old photos run while you still can
      and look at you delving into the archives :-) What beautiful sentiments you have written, I shall tell her – thank you so much Angel *Huggsss* & xxx

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