Sometimes I wonder what mothering is all about when it comes to being the mother of a twenty-one year old son. In the early hours of this morning, it suddenly became a lot more than being the fill-the-fridge-fairy and dog-walker-when-owner-out-of-town.
I was still up when he came in to me, ashen-faced, and told me that he’d just found out that a young man who he had been very close to growing up had died. It was the first time that someone of his own age – just 14 days between them -who really mattered to him had died. I had known the lad too and he was one of those creative, empathetic kids who stood out as being able to talk to adults like they were real people.
In that moment when we were trying to come to terms with this sadness, I realised that being a mother is about being there to share in the highs and the lows as well as the everyday. My own mother always made a point of showing interest in our friends and I always loved that she would know who I was talking about when I’d mentioned ‘friends of mine that I’ve not even met,’ as she would term them.
That togetherness of the early hours spilled over into today and we went to catch the sunset with his dogs out at Kilfarrasy Beach, a place that holds many memories for us from long years of going there, especially when it’s all ours.
It was a sunset to savour but most of all it was an evening that I think we’ll both remember always. The passing of his friend is etched into the texture of it. Age has a habit of bringing more and more deaths of same-aged friends but the loss of the first can be very tough indeed. Our hearts go out to the young man’s family. How they could be coping is unimaginable.
This evening on the beach, I did what I seldom do, took a photo of my boy. I needed to gather him into my heart and hold him just that little bit tighter than usual:
Sons are the anchors of a mother’s life.
14 thoughts on “Mother and Son Time”
Thanks for the lovely song, Willow. xx
I love it too
Touching post! I am sure that morning was a bonding time. Treasure that relationship, and nourish it when possible. tc
We do our best.
Beautiful post Jean. I’m the mother
of a 24 year old, so I can relate completely. Big hugs to you.
Many thanks. I’m so glad you can relate. xx
Your son is handsome and sensitive looking. You sound like a wonderful mother. I already knew you were a good puppy mom ;).
Luanne, thanks for your vote of confidence. It’s very hard to define what a good mother is. I suppose every one has different ideas about it from their own experiences.
Yes, I imagine so. But there are still good ones (which include humans haha) and lousy ones.
Yep, have to agree.
A good mother is one who not only loves their children but recognises that they are their own person, not just an extension of themselves..you are both. It’s so hard when you see them facing such sadness.. though reassurring that you can share this time, whether in silence or words…
I think it’s a sign of how good a mother you are that your son is able to share his feelings with you at this sad time.
I hope so. It’s still very raw.