Ruby brought my attention to the words of this song playing on the local radio station. =>
It has since made its way onto Youtube.



While I am thrilled to say that I am not 'caught up' with the Christmas rush and madness, having a silent night was certainly a catch-cry when the children were younger. Actually all I wanted was to sleep through the night, and not be woken before 7am.

Don't get me wrong - our children all slept through the night by 10 weeks of age - its the 'being woken' when you have become used to normal nights of sound restorative repose that rub me up the wrong way OR being pestered when seeking time-out. By the way, sleep-ins are long a thing of the past.



I wrote this poem a long time ago and it strikes a nerve less and less, but then there are sometimes 'those' days...



Just for a moment I don’t want to hear that word "mum”
That nagging, whining voice. ever constant

I want to direct my own conversation
And be appreciated for my opinions
Which I still have (‘as a mother’).

Where do you go to escape those delightful children

No where around here is far enough away
To create a sense of distance or reprieve

Where does that strength come from to persist
At giving it your best in the midst of life
Which doesn’t stop for you to get off anyway

That inner quietness and calm
Your heart speaking to your head
Directing your next breathe, your next step
Your next “ Yes, dear!”

They are a blessing from the Lord
Wrapped sometimes in vibrant disguise.

He is my patience for when I am weak He is strong

Just for a moment I want to visit the world of being me.
Or is this really it?

If this speaks to you, where you are at today, let me extend a warm comforting hug to you. May I also encourage you to find just one thing that you like to do, for you and you alone, and plan that into your week - something to look forward to, something to treat yourself with. Please make it your top priority.

Without mums there would be no future, and without mums that take care to cultivate their authentic selves, we would not have richness in that future.

Mums are worth it!