Kent Nerburn, Letters To My Son
Motherhood is the toughest job I’ve ever done. Being a mother is not just one job, it has required me to fill a variety of roles and responsibilities 24/7 that ultimately nothing prepares one for - teacher, counselor, bodyguard, coach, nurse, taxi driver, financial planner/manager, housekeeper, chief chef and bottle washer. Going to multiple (and often-times conflicting) meetings, sports events/practices, doctor/dentist appointments, managing multiple schedules, overseeing homework and projects, brainstorming, creating, organizing, protecting, comforting, encouraging and working tireless to maintain and encourage family harmony are but a few of the demands of being a Mum. This on top of holding a 45-60 hour a week, 24/7 on-call job.
There are no days off and there are very few sick days. There is no compensation, no paid overtime, no retirement fund, no stocks options other than the bittersweet joy of watching hard work come to fruition as one’s offspring come into their own, separate and head off on their own journeys in life. There are tears, rejections, pain and hurt feelings that all have to be overlooked because of how much we love our children. There are also plenty of happy memories and worn out photos, little notes and drawings and handmade pieces of pottery to remind one of the sweet years of childhood that keep them close in their absence.
My hat goes off to all the Mums out there today - but in particular I wish for special blessings be heaped on all the single Mums who have walked or continue to walk in similar worn-out shoes. You are all amazing Superwomen and I hope you all have someone to mother you on this day -xo
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929
“there is an infinite thrumming unseen web that joins everything. Everything is connected to everything else and this fact is nearly impossible for us to grasp because we are just molluscs, shut up tight at the bottom of a dark, cold ocean, trying to make sense of stars that we cannot even see. I challenge everything because when I do, a quick bolt of electricity jolts between two elements that otherwise appear unconnected. You call it paranoia, I call it epiphany. You want me to give that up so I can enjoy a cup of decaf coffee? I’m sorry, I can’t do that”
- the Finder (Bones)
an amazingly moving song and message - the sound alone, wraps itself around one when listening to it
* Two videos were made. One of the promos showed Bush and Gabriel hugging for the duration of the song. Co-director Kevin Godley recalled in Q Magazine August 2008: “There wasn’t a sexual connotation, just one of mutual support. But the song isn’t sentimental or nostalgic, just incredibly moving.”
* Gabriel: “The basic idea is that handling failure is one of the hardest things we have to learn to do.”
Yasmin Boland