As you may or may not have noticed, my ‘daily self-isolating blog’ was absent over the weekend. So, not very daily really but it was the weekend and I now realise, I need to pace myself in this relatively new lifestyle.
Today, and partly inspired by the wonderful words written by Allison Pearson about her sadness at not being able to see her Mum on Mothers’ Day, I thought I would dedicate today’s blog to my Mum.
Thank you for simply being you. Always there for not just me but everyone who has any kind of relationship with you. Dad, me, Joe… we all know the list could very easily become a very long one indeed. Your ongoing, consistent prayers and the huge investment you have made on behalf of others is one that will be richly rewarded – both in this life and the one to come. On earth as it is in heaven. I’m so thankful you’re my Mum.
You are the one who let me practise the art of keeping someone talking when it was “way past your bedtime” – simply because incredibly, you enjoyed the conversation. Just when things were quietening down and you were preparing to finally leave me to sleep, I would suddenly think of another question that would inject at least a further five minutes worth of awake time. I’ve been learning to cut short the conversation when necessary ever since!
You are the one who somehow managed to teach me how to spell difficult words by breaking them down into phonetic syllables, even though spelling is not your strongest point. I still don’t know how you managed to do that.
You are the one who persuaded me to join you at a Christian conference in Bognor Regis exactly thirty-one years ago last Friday. This single invitation enabled me to experience an overnight but lasting, life-changing conversion experience. It took me ten years of your gentle persuasion for me to concede.
I am so very grateful to you that I did finally surrender.
You are the one who when I hit absolute rock bottom and wept for days on end with no sign of abating, you managed to be there all the same.
You are the one who will call me and even if I don’t feel much like talking – for whatever reason – will make the most of the conversation that we do have, and call another day, hoping for a bit more effort on my part. I’m sorry for those times when I’m just not that keen to talk.
You are the one who every single time will say how much you love my writing. It’s a lovely thing to get back and I’m glad most of my words are a blessing to you.
In this time of ‘self-isolating’ and ‘social distancing’ I am so pleased that we managed to orchestrate a forensically safe way of seeing you yesterday – it was lovely to see you both and catch up – even if no hugs and kisses were allowed.
Appropriately enough, I’m still looking up to you both…
I love you!