It’s interesting watching the WHQ Facebook feed and seeing which posts are resonating with our readers. One post this week has had 15,313 organic views – it was a sign in the flood. One post in December had over 50,000 views – it was a pre Christmas meme on things you can enjoy for free. Most of our posts are reaching 1000 – 4000 viewers. Thank you! And I am moved beyond words with the lovely support instead of the judgement I was expecting from my blog yesterday. Maybe most of you are still speechless!
One of our Facebook posts on Mothers Day received 15,000 hits because it resonated with so many women in the late 40’s and 50’s age group. Mothers Day is a bitter sweet time for many reasons these days – we have lost mothers, we have lost children, we have Mums with Alzheimer’s, or estranged Mums or children.
Our relationship with our Mothers is such a private and personal one and each is unique. There are often unresolved issues stemming from early childhood with hurts and beliefs which were never resolved.
The nature of this relationship is such that it moulds our character especially trust, the giving and receiving of love, security, self worth, our reaction to criticism and praise to name a few. Many Counselling and Psychology Clinics were built on this special relationship and has been the source of many thousands of hours of therapy.
Motherhood is such an all encompassing role for our generation. There is so much focus on parenting behaviour. There are different burdens and triumphs for each family unit whether you are nuclear, non nuclear, younger or older mothers and it seems to be open to discussion and judgement far more than ever before due to social media and media.
I am conscious daily of my responsibility and my need to be here on this earth for as long as possible as this relationship with my children changes daily. I feel as if every action shapes their world and new situations and learning opportunities crop up daily. You are the one constant in their life and where else can they ever get such unconditional love.
My mother is a very young, healthy, trendy, witty, accomplished Octogenarian who can still beat me in tennis but not in Upwords because I score. My most abundant gratitude is that we have had the opportunity to have laughed and shared so much in the past 20 years. We are great friends and have had the rare good fortune to bond on a totally different level than we did when she had a job to do. The fact that she now thinks I am funny has also helped.
My wish is that my children get the chance to see me in the same vein and realise that a mothers job is not to be besties until the job is done. Xx
