Before the sun goes down…

Before the sun goes down on today I must say a giant Happy Birthday to my mum. She is a good age, but I’d be murdered if I shared itphoto credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/115225894@N07/16329739932">Happy Birthday</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/">(license)</a> with you.

Most of us have mothers who we are proud of, who were there when we were children to care for us, shower us with love and allow us develop our wings. Our mums guided us as we got older and did their best to keep us out of trouble. As the years passed they stayed in our corner, hands off, but never far away, always ready with words of encouragement, guidance or understanding.

Thankfully, most of us have wonderful mothers, but only four others in the world have a mum like mine.

Today as we toasted her good health and in our rather crazy family way, tried to let her know how much she meant to us, I saw tears in her eyes. By our presence and presents we tried to tell her all she means to us, but that is impossible. For how can you ever articulate the feelings you have, for the person you admire most in the world. They say never meet your hero, I disagree, I love meeting her.

My mum is strong, caring, loving and gentle, but she is also one of the craziest, most fun and entertaining women I know. When I think of her so many memories flood my mind, but for a long time to come I hope one of my happiest memories will be of the fun we had today as a family, how wonderful my mum looked and how proud I felt to call this lion hearted lady, Mum.

It would be impossible to paint a vivid picture of mum here, so instead I’ll give you just a little insight into her humour. This is a true story and something she has done on more than one occasion.

She hates cold callers, anyone selling anything. One day I called to the house and she was in stitches laughing, she loves her own jokes. She told me a few minutes earlier a young man had come in the gate and she knew he was selling something. Now my mum does not look her age, but neither does she look like a young one. When the poor unsuspecting young fella rang the bell, she answered the door.

As he began to engage her, beginning with his well worn, practiced opening lines, she interrupted him. He stopped his banter and she said,

“I’m terribly  sorry, my mother isn’t at home, could you call back later?”

She said the look on the poor fella’s face was priceless.

Now that is just one tiny measure of my mum.

Happy Birthday Mum.

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24 thoughts on “Before the sun goes down…

  1. Happy Birthday to your mum! Your story about her reminded me of something I said, unintentionally as a teenager. I was sitting on the stoop at my friend’s placing waiting for her to come home. A salesman walked up and asked me if my mum was home. I said yes. He rang my friend’s doorbell and waited. Nothing. He looked at me and said, I thought you said your mum was home. She is, I said. I don’t live here. haha ❤
    Diana xo

    1. We probably are cut from the same cloth. I’d love to think so. Years ago, like many teenagers I’d not be too impressed by that comment, but now I’d love to be considered ‘like’ my mum.

    1. Thanks a mil. I’ll pass that one on to her, when I get the nerve to tell her I’ve posted this, as she’s not too fond of me ‘putting her in my blog’. 🙂

    1. I think she did, from start to finish. My gang and I traveled up early (near 200km) and the local family came in the afternoon/evening, so it was a great gathering.

    1. It there is one thing my mum is, that’s mad craic. Never fails to make me laugh. If only you knew the half of what she says. Maybe she’ll give me an exemption some day and let me write some of it.

    1. Thanks Charlene. That’s one of the many reasons we love spending time with her.
      Wow she’s getting good wishes from all over the world. 🙂

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