Showing posts with label mother's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother's Day. Show all posts

25 March 2017

Mothering

Mothering is indescribable, it cannot be confine into a single word
It's meaning is varied and comes with many tags. 

Mothering is baking without being a baker
it is tutoring without being a teacher
It is making things without being a trained skilled worker
It is mending without being a Taylor 
It is crafting without being a trained craftsman
It is painting and drawing without being an artist 
It is designing without being a designer 
It is telling jokes without being a comedian 
It is dancing without being a dancer
It is mending wounds without being a doctor.
It is being a counsellor without being a lawyer
It is being a guard without being a security agent
It is cooking without being a trained chef. 
Mothering is seeing all things without being God
It is pretending to be bat man without watching the movie. 
It is having 12 children and loving them all in the different ways with one big heart

Mothering is a joy,
A chore
An adventure 

Mothering is not the toughest job in the world it's the only job where we can be all things to our children - that makes it the most intricate job. 

It is a fine balancing act between being a human being and super human being

It is crying and laughing at the same time, 

Mothering is the only job where you watch your heart work out the door every single day and somehow still stays alive. 
Mothers never retire, 
Never give up hope
Always believed 
Forever loves 

A mother's is a steady hand, guiding, holding, rocking. 

If mothering was a paid job none would apply 
Because the salary will never be enough. 

Mother simply means is to me 
Making - others
Magnifying - others
Moulding - others

Because they constantly make others better, beautiful, abled, and fulfilled… , 


Happy Mother's Day. 


Making 
Others
Terrific 
Happy
Enablers
Restorers 🌝today and always

6 March 2016

Mother's Job Description

On this mother's day, I want to share a brief description about the job description of a mother. 

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with Indignation. 
'Do you know what you and We are?' she demanded. Before I could answer and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question. 

It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the county clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her 'occupation', Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. 
'What I mean is, explained the recorder, 'do you have a job, or are you just a......?
'Of course I have a job,' snapped Emily. 'I am a mother.'
'We don't list "mother" as an occupation... "housewife" covers it, ' said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, of a high-sounding title like 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar'
And what is your occupation?' she proded.

What made me say it I do not know. The words simply popped out.

I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.'

The Clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right. 
I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous prouncement was written in bold black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest, 'just what you do in your field?'
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, 'I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field 
(normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have fur credits (all daughters). 

Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mothers care to disagree?) and I often work fourteen hours a day (twenty-four is more like it). 
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money.'
There was in increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. 

As I drove into our drive way buoyed up b my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants-age thirteen, seven, and three. And upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (six months) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. 

I felt triumphant. I had scored a beat on bureaucracy, and I had gone down on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another....'

Home..... what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door. 

Happy Mother's Day. 

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5 March 2016

Mother's Job Description

On this mother's day, I want to share a brief description about the job description of a mother.

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with Indignation.
'Do you know what you and We are?' she demanded. Before I could answer and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question.

It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the county clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her 'occupation', Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
'What I mean is, explained the recorder, 'do you have a job, or are you just a......?
'Of course I have a job,' snapped Emily. 'I am a mother.'
'We don't list "mother" as an occupation... "housewife" covers it, ' said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The clerk was obviously a career woman, of a high-sounding title like 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar'
And what is your occupation?' she proded.

What made me say it I do not know. The words simply popped out.

I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.'

The Clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pompous prouncement was written in bold black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest, 'just what you do in your field?'
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, 'I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field
(normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four credits (all daughters).

Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mothers care to disagree?) and I often work fourteen hours a day (twenty-four is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money.'
There was in increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our drive way buoyed up b my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants-age thirteen, seven, and three. And upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model (six months) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt triumphant. I had scored a beat on bureaucracy, and I had gone down on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another....'

Home..... what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door.

Happy Mother's Day.

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Infertility: Dealing with Festive Periods





Seasons of the year can be difficult when you are facing infertility. I remember dreading the approach of celebratory seasons, I just hated the attention given to all women on Mother’s day in particular. I was of the opinion that only mums should be celebrated, not all women, and so to avoid being part of any kind of celebrations. I usually prepare an excuse for my absence at any gathering.

I remember avoiding any sort of gathering during Christmas, Easter, or mothering day

Mainly because in my church and most churches there's always something to do with kids and mothers/mothers to be. At my then church, kids put up a performance for mothers, flowers are usually handed out to all women, young or old.

Either way I did not fit. (so I thought at the time) I always felt uncomfortable every time I received a happy Mother's Day card from one of my God children. I knew they were sent with good intentions but I just felt sorry for myself and made excuses for my absence.

I am not a mother I reasoned, I wonder why they have to keep inviting me. Do they feel
Sorry for me, this was purely coming from a place of self-pity.  I felt I was holding it together, but come the day, I just want to stay away from it all.

In the mist of it all, I found strength to deal. Below are 5 practical steps I took with the help of the Holy Spirit to deal with it:

Pray about my  feelings;
I got to a point where I just could not go on the way I was and I cried out to my Heavenly Father, I just opened up to him letting him know how I felt.
For a long time, nothing changed but after a while I started to notice small changes, like being at peace with myself during the service, staying calm and not thinking the reason for people’s kindness is because they felt sorry for me. Focusing on what God is doing in my life and ignoring my conflicting thoughts.

Let close friends and families know how you feel
Let them know you appreciate their cards and kind gesture but that you are really struggling to reconcile your feelings with the cards. And I am sure they will appreciate your honesty and be sensitive to your feelings during such times.

Explain your absence
Although you have a right to be absence from family and other social gatherings.
If you know your family and friends will be disappointed about your none attendance, explain to them that your absence has nothing to do with them. Reassure them that you are working through some issues and really want to spend time with God alone. Make them know that you appreciate their love and support of you.
The problem is we just don't show up and this raises more questions. 
If you do not want to explain your absence, just decline the invitation gracefully.

Engage your heart
Our heart is where our feelings and though originates from.
Deal with your heart, talk to yourself, encourage yourself with the word. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid, trust in the Lord with all your heart, stay your heart on him, because he keeps in peace all whose hearts are stayed on him. Your feelings will not go away but you will be able to deal with them better.

Be hopeful
As cliché as it sounds it is better to be hopeful about your situation then not to be. Remind yourself of God’s promise, hope will give you the faith to tell yourself they one day you too will be a mum and come to watch your child perform. Better still you will become a better you through this process. 

I began to experience a change when I yielded myself and emotions totally to him who aloneunderstands my deepest feelings. He gave me strength and courage to deal with festive periods and I hope you too can come to a place where being around mums, children and pregnant women at such times will no longer bring pain, but fill you with hope for the future.


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13 March 2010

A Mother

thinking of her, I smile,
I see her as she is,
a lover, a mother, a friend,
a helper,
a shelter
a mum, in season and out of season
when it's convenient and when it's not,
she's a mum to me.

Seeing her now, I am humble,
a woman of true passion,
enduring love,
of unpredictable humour,
skilled in everything,
woodwork,
homework,
schoolwork
yet of a tender demeanour.
cannot be replicated, even though often relegated
cannot be done without, disowned or denied
forever a channel
choose by God to bring life to be.

Thinking of her
I know I am blessed.
Happy Mothers Day!

20 March 2009

In Praise of Mother.

She gladly toils for her own
Protectively shielding
Tenderly loving
Intensely giving
Sacrificing time
Pleasures, wealth or fame
For the role she so joyfully fills
She is persistent in service
Resourceful in career
Patient in waiting
Full of praise for her own
She is a mother


Her worth is priceless
She asks not for wages
Nor for praise
But she seeks only the good in her own
Earnestly working to provide
She believes the best
Endures the bad and
Hope for the good.
Say, mother’s love is a mirror image
Of God’s love

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If we could start out without her we would
If we could grasp the first time without her we would
If we could make our first sound without her we would
If we could take our first step without her we would
We couldn’t hence she was place here for every first of our lives
Even God needed her for these first of his earthly life.


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Plates & pans
Chores and noises
Hair in disarray
Worn out looks
But at the squeak of one of her own
She springs to action
Because she’s always on call!

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY !!!!

© Deboo March 2009

18 March 2009

God's Vessels

Mothers what can we say of them?
We came via them for without them
There will be no presidents, no genius, no scientists,
No doctors, no violinist, no opera singer, no £250,000 a week footballers,
The world tries to rid itself of this gem call mother
But have failed every time.

Advancement in science cannot replace them.
Two men can father a child but can’t make one.
Mothers are the only species on God’s earth that are indispensable.
They are vital to his plan.
Even the creator came through her
Though he made her he saw her role as vital to his purpose
That hasn’t changed.


Mothers are the vital gradients for a stable, happy and whole relationship.
They compliment dad, contribute their time, skills and effort to every home venture
They co-ordinate the home front, they plan like military and execute to precision
There is no room for error when it comes to bringing up their kids
Hence they are sometimes seen as mean! But are not!
Mothers have the capacity to love, care, and discipline at the same time.
When mothers fail to rise up to their responsibilities: as homemakers, visionaries, encouragers,
Builders, lovers, carers:
The result can be disastrous:

So rise up Mums

be tenacious in discipline.
Be tough in the face of the most trying circumstances
Be resilient when the battle rages
Be steadfast in prayer
For this purpose you’ve been called “mother”.

© Deboo March 2009.
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2 March 2008

Appreciation for mother

Perfect Love - of a mother

slow to suspect - qick to trust
slow to condem- quick to justify
slow to offend- quick to defend
slow to expose- quick to shield
slow to reprimand -quick to forbear
slow to belittle-quick to appreciate
slow to demand - quick to give
slow to provoke-quick to conciliate
slow to hinder-quick to help
slow to resent-quick to forgive


Thinking of you

thinking of you today and missing you dearly,

but no matter how far apart we are,
My love for you will never dry.
Remembering you this day, for all that you have done, my heart feels so glad,
I have you as a mother.
Happy Mother's Day.

©Deboo March 2008

This and Every Day

A day set apart, celebrating the makings of you,
a day for appreciation, for all that emboides you,
and though this day will come and go,
my appreaciation for you will go on, this and every day I live.


I have walked highs and lows of life's rugged path
and weathered every storm, but with your loving arms embracing,
each trouble I've overcome,
thank you for being a true friend

my tower of strength and hope and a ray of sunlight too.
now on this and everyday I'll always celebrate you, mother.

Happy Mother's day

© Deboo March 2008