Mad Musings of a Mum with flu like symptoms

Earth
Water
Sun
Air

All these are natural resources. Man has harnessed Earth and Water so a natural resource is now a chargeable resource. Sun and Air are not yet properly harnessed. Yet I foresee a time Tara, or her child, may have to pay to soak in the Sun or breathe in Air.

It's already happening now, slowly. Anything natural that can be controlled by humans is being charged for. Solar panels harness the Sun, so you pay for that energy. If air is trapped in a cylinder you have to pay to buy it. I've heard that plots on the Moon are already sold. As are stars, which can be named after the person paying for it, and acquiring a  fancy certificate to prove it. How soon before we get charged for looking up at the night sky and admiring the Moon or stars?

It will happen in the future, but maybe not in my lifetime or Tara's. Till then enjoy Nature with all its gifts, and preserve it too.

Mum is a daughter too!

In many parts of the world people love it when someone has a daughter…as long as it’s not themselves. I am prepared for a whole bunch of people telling me how misguided I am. It won’t take away from what always stands alone…the truth. The alarming sex ratio in many countries stands silently by my side in support of me.

People can deny it and argue about it till the cows come home, but at night, when no one is around, and those same people are alone with themselves, they will know its true. It’s a deeply entrenched social conditioning. Even the most educated struggle to escape it. I know I'm generalizing. This may not be you I’m talking about so calm down!

Daughters are a subtle, extraordinary blessing that only the privileged should have. At least that’s how I would have planned it had I the power to do so. A daughter is someone who will put up with suffering all her life, on occasion hide her situation from her parents, lest her pain causes them suffering. If a parent as much as scrapes an elbow, the enquiring daughter will try and get the next available mode of transport to see them, to make sure they are really okay.

A daughter will scold, a daughter will love, and in the parents’ twilight years, a daughter takes on the role of their mother too.

No offence to sons, this is not about you. But don’t ever forget that you take away someone’s daughter to be your wife. Treat her with respect.

Let’s take off masks and really start driving this point home.

Happy Mother's Day!

:-(

Yesterday I felt blue..
Today I'm a bit better but still feeling quite blue..
I just want to be alone
Which is sad because I'm already feeling alone and low
Mum who talks, doesn't feel like talking at all

We have a date!

It's approaching Easter and school will shut for a week or two. Lots of tired children in Tara's school, some crying and clinging to their parents at the school gate. Others just standing around looking a bit dazed and disinterested. Tara is visibly tired, but still smiling and skipping to school. I'm volunteering in her classroom again this afternoon so that might be one reason she is excited.

The good news is that we finally got an invitation to play at one of her her classmates house one day after school next week! I'm very excited for Tara. Her classmate's Mum is a lovely lady. We sometimes talk when we stand outside our kids' classroom at drop off or pick up time. That I think is the key to arranging children's play times. I don't mean it in a conniving, manipulative sense. What I mean is, when you talk to people, you get to know them and they get to know you and your child a bit more. It's natural to want to meet people who you find easy to talk to.

During random chats with other Mums you realize how similar some of our concerns are, and at other times how different.

Why does it hurt?

There is so much bad news around. There is death in every news report these days. Open a newspaper and there's some more. Shouldn't I be immune by now? Then why is the news report of the Belgian school children perishing in a coach crash hurting me so much? It's the second morning in a row when my eyes have welled up watching the news.

A child's death whether in our neighbourhood or any part of the world is enormously heart breaking. Death in any form is a huge loss, but a child is so innocent that reconciling to a loss of one is almost impossible. How a Mum walks the rest of their life without her innocent creation next to her is stuff that horror stories are made of.

I'm hurting inside, for every Mum out there who has ever lost a child. I won't dare attempt to console you. I will pray that you find whatever you need to carry on.