Happy Mothering Sunday my Lovely Mammy
God must have known there would be times
We’d need a gentle touch,
a tender, understanding heart
To love us very much…
He must have known we’d need someone
to listen to our cares –
To comfort and remember us
in loving thoughts and prayers…
So in His wisdom and His grace,
He sent us from above
The greatest blessing in the world –
A mother’s precious love
With Special Thanks On Mothering Sunday
Lynne and I send you our love as we approach Mother’s Day, more properly called Mothering Sunday, celebrated on the 4th Sunday in Lent, when people returned to their mother church for a service there.
As with all other Christian events these days the original reason for celebrating the occasion has been changed. Love is not the reason to celebrate. Money is. So giving presents which cost a lot of money are more important than presents that cost a little money, and far important than presents which, like love, cost nothing.
This isn’t what God wants, but He’s not the British Prime Minister (more’s the pity), and the prime minister has to encourage busy shops in the lead up to Christmas, and Easter, and Mothering Sunday.
We’re all wound up in this buy, buy, buy cycle. I’m talking to Littlewoods at the moment with a view to me going to help them sell more! I remember that Littlewoods was the pools company that dad dreamed each Saturday would transform our 2 up 2 down in Broadway, South Elmsall. I loved Dad, and it was great that you managed after many years to make a Christian out of him.
In fact, on Mothering Sunday what we can celebrate is that you made Christians out of all your family – Dad, Malcolm, Peter, Joy, and me.
If the English football team were made up of people who loved the best, you would be their centre forward!
We didn’t want much more than we had in Broadway, South Elmsall, except perhaps inside toilets, although I heard from many quarters that outside lavatories are much healthier for the body.
Yesterday I took Lynne to Blackburn hospital to see a consultant who is monitoring her hip pain and will eventually change it for an artificial one.
By gum the National Health Service is the best thing ever to have come out of civilisation. It means medicine for all, regardless of their income. Any other arrangement is selfish and downright evil. An insult to the word love.
The spirit of Mother’s Day is beautiful.
You gave your everything to support your 5 children, and though I only knew 3 of them I recognise that your everything brought Dad, Malcolm, Peter, John, Joy and me closer to God.
God bless you, dear sweet Mammy.