It’s January 29th and that means just one thing to me: Mother’s birthday. She was born in 1921 and lived to the fine age of eighty-eight.
We were fortunate to have an extremely close relationship and I was thinking this morning of all the treasured sayings and passions that she passed on to me. Here are a few:
# Love of words, reading, writing, rhyming, poetry
# Rudyard Kipling’s If
# Never forget how hard women had to fight for their rights so battle on.
# Passion for nature: trees, woodlands, dogs, horses, the sea, the moon, perennial flowers, especially carpets of snowdrops and gorse;
# The importance of birthdays
# Love of sport, particularly tennis, ‘proficiency at tennis is a passport to making friends, having fun, meeting new people.’
# The importance of saying ‘thank you’
# Do not be a litter lout
# Love is elastic
# Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
# The deliciousness of freshly-picked fruit and vegetables
# Be gentle when making sponge cakes
# Remember that every place has something to offer and you have something to offer every place
# The importance of nurturing relationships
# Change out of wet shoes and socks
# Work hard but not too hard. Remember about the horses in the French Revolution that worked for 10 days without a break and dropped dead.
# Better a dinner of herbs and peace therewith than roast ox and contention
# Don’t be an impossible person
#Be gracious in defeat
# A little help is worth a lot of pity
# The importance of honesty
# Chin Up
# The generation gap is only a cod
# Never forget how to smile!
# And there are rainbows
Happy Birthday, Mother! The snowdrops are out for you, as always.