Mothering Sunday

Someone, somewhere must have a vicious sense of humour. It is Mother’s Day in England today… a day when many Mums may get to lay in bed a little longer… except that today is also the day when we lose that hour as the clock’s have gone forward. I also happened to forget about that and worked late into the night, robbing myself of even more sleep. The dog wouldn’t have been bringing me breakfast in bed anyway…

That only happened to me once on Mother’s Day and, given the extent of the ‘damage’ in the kitchen when my small sons decided I should have breakfast in bed, I am quite glad about that. Today I get to go out to lunch instead, invited to my younger son’s home, where I get to play with my granddaughter while her parents cook and do the dishes.  Little things like that make all the difference.

It struck me, when I was thinking about my granddaughter, that I am a grandma. I know that sounds odd, but there is a vast difference between knowledge and realisation. I am not just a grandma, though, I have, since my granddaughter’s birth, moved ‘up’ a generation. If I am blessed with the longevity of my own great-grandmothers, I could even move up another couple of generations before becoming an ancestor.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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12 Responses to Mothering Sunday

  1. barbtaub says:

    Happy Mothers’ Day! Here’s wishing you a chance for a nap.

    My small dog remains unimpressed by Daylight Savings or a day celebrating mothers. She insists on her morning constitutional at her usual time. But somehow 6:30AM just sounds so much more civilized than 5:30AM was yesterday, so I’m calling that her present. She’s off the hook for breakfast in bed.

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      Happy Mother’s Day, Barb! Their internal clocks have no rregard for decency… well, mine has no regard for decency full stop! She’s now laid across the threshhold birdwatchinng already and airing the house…

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  2. Absolutely gorgeous statement you’ve made there. Your family is so very fortunate to have you not just with your memories but with collective memories of the three that came before. ❤️

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    This is beautiful Sue 💝. I agree with everything you say, being a grandmother too.

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    Sorry hit send too soon. Being a grandmother i do feel part of the same chain that you feel. I also agree with you about Mother Nature i have written many poems on that subject ❤️💗💜

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  5. Widdershins says:

    It does boggle the mind to think of our line … woman to woman to woman, back through the millennia of civilisations, through the eons of evolution. 🙂

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