It s so easy to see the negative, in ourselves and in others and that can blind us to many of the positives. It is important to remember and share the good, the great and the fabulous.
In 1996 I moved back to Dublin with 3 kidlets, expecting #4 while Tom was stationed in Saudi Arabia for 12 months. I knew I would need the support and love of my friends and family and was looking forward to a year at home.
We found a lovely little house, great schools and I caught up with the life I had left behind 9 years earlier. The pregnancy was very hard on me; I was exhausted and in pain.
Every Saturday afternoon Mum took the bus to our house. She spent each weekend cleaning, playing with the kids and cooking us food for the week. We spent Saturday evenings chatting and watching telly. Sunday morning we would have breakfast before she walked the mile back up to her bus and headed home.
Every week… Every week… For almost 12 months, my almost 70 year old mother came to look after me and our family. She loved helping me, knowing that she played an essential role in our lives. Tom loved it because it eased his worries of us being alone. I loved it because I felt loved and nurtured in ways that only a mother knows to do.
These 12 months were the best of our relationship; I miss my Mum and I am grateful for the memories of having been so deeply and unconditionally loved.
I hope you have some wonderful loving memories; please share them in the comments if you feel so inclined.