The Gifts from my Mum

Happy Mother's Day to my Mummy - the most incredible person in the world.  She celebrates our gifts, encourages us, asks us tough questions, let's us use her as a soundboard for ideas - and then asks us if we have really thought things through - she inspires, and creates, and gives us the freedom and space to do so as well.

She has given me so many gifts - a love of music, and singing, a passion for words, a love for nature, the joy of reading, a passion for history, and the past, a love to create, and cook, the ability to listen and talk to anyone regardless of background, or creed.  The amazing knowledge that I am loved.

Mummy you are a great blessing, and we love you.

That's it for now ...

Nics

Salt and Sparkle = Life Remarkable

Who colours your world?

Who colours your world?

My Mum sent me an email forward recently, this was the first picture in it.  Isn't it fun, it immediately made me smile.  Mum said that that I coloured her world - what an honour and a privilege.  I am tremendously blessed by an amazing Mum, who showers me with love, asks me tough questions, supports my dreams and encourages me.  Mum you colour my world too.  Love you.

That's it for now...

Nics

Salt and Sparkle = Life Remarkable

Mums in Hospital

My mum's in hospital.  Tonight she is in intensive care, after some major surgery today.  It went well, and she is according to the docs likely to make a full recovery.  Yet, even when words are all there are to ease our pain, nothing seems to come close to reassurance, when it is your mummy going under the knife.  

My brain tried to reassure me with logic, my mind told me it was an everyday routine, my heart said this is your mum, this is your mum, this is your mum.  Again and again, it repeated, every spin on the speedbike seemed to shout, mummy's in surgery, mummy's having an operation, what if, what about, how, what ...

My mind was soothed, by a whisper, almost a breath 'I will take care, of her, I will take good care of her, I will take care of her' I fell into this voice, and let it hold me, as I knew it was holding mum, as she was filled with meds to make the operation possible. These words I held in my prayer 'Take care of my mummy Jesus, don't let her go.'

Friends gathered round my mum, my family and I in support.  They telephoned, texted, called, wrote emails and prayed.  They walked alongside us as we watched Mummy so bravely face an operation that has a painful recovery.  We couldn't have gotten through these last few days without them, and I am so thankful to everyone who has been there for us.  Thank you guys.

How do you get through things when it is your family who are in pain?

That's it for now...

Salt and sparkle = life remarkble