My Children Know Me Well

19 Mar

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I know I’m nine days late saying this, but I had a lovely Mother’s Day last week. In fact, I was in a state of being highly pleased, or oblectation, the whole weekend, from the Friday night of Spud’s performance to the Tuesday after, when I visited another blogger (tomorrow’s post).

 

English: A packet of Black Jacks.

English: A packet of Black Jacks. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sunday started with church, followed by my writing group at the art gallery. Later, a walk with the dogs and Hub, a call from my first-born and the Dancing On Ice final was topped only by Spud making Chinese for dinner, under his father’s supervision.  It could have been toast and cereal for all I cared – all that mattered was no cooking for me!

Fruit Salad

Spud gave me Maltesers, Black Jacks, Fruit Salads and Parma Violets.  If you think about it, it’s a weird way of spending Mother’s Day – pretending to be a kid with your favourite sweets.  Ah well, my kids are used to weird.

Ultra Violet

Ultra Violet (Photo credit: tim ellis)

Tory Boy wrote a poem; he then recited it, set to one of my favourite pieces of music.

Sweets and poems – my children know me well.

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Before I let you read the poem, I have to say in my defence that, while I adore it, I feel there’s a little of the pleonastic about it.  I’m not sure you need to know all this stuff about me: I’d like to keep my Excels At Being A Mother laurels just a little while longer.

Apologies for the layout, sweetie – WordPress doesn’t like your formatting.

 

A Mother’s Love, by Tory Boy

From my very first of check ups

Where the nurses went ballistic,

To the custard in a bottle

Now my teeth are a statistic

Then came the first of prunes

Where my bottom poo’d a’plenty

To falling out the pram

Luck-i-ly the road was empty

Wear a helmet with my scooter?

Whatever were you thinking?

A skateboard helmet for my bike?

I can feel my brain is shrinking

You walked me to my high-school

When all the other kids could see.

Then we went to war and

you said ‘If they fire please call me’

However did I make it?

I don’t think I will ever know

But if there’s one thing that I’m sure of

Its that my love for mum has grown

As she keeps on trying her best

To give my life the best of starts

Because my mummy loves me

And I love her, with all my heart.

 
I blub every time I read it.  I blub even more when I listen to him reciting it.  He has given me permission to share it so, if you’d like to listen in, go here.   Then come back and tell me what you think.
 
 
 
 

 

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30 Responses to “My Children Know Me Well”

  1. slpmartin March 19, 2013 at 19:31 #

    Indeed they seem to understand the love you’ve given them both.

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  2. sanstorm March 19, 2013 at 19:51 #

    I didn’t hit the link; I fear I too would blub.

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  3. Al March 19, 2013 at 21:18 #

    If anything in the world is justifiably blubable, it’s that poem and that moment. You are one lucky momma (but I think you might have had something to do with that luck).

    All the pictures are precious!

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  4. vivinfrance March 19, 2013 at 21:27 #

    So glad you had all your favourite things for Mothers’ Day. That poem: no sign of verbosity or grandiloquence. It confirmed a lot of the history you have told us, but from a different viewpoint!

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  5. Elaine - I used to be indecisive March 19, 2013 at 21:59 #

    Lovely poem.
    Lovely children too.

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  6. robincoyle March 19, 2013 at 22:05 #

    What a lucky mum you are. I blubbed along with you.

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  7. laurieanichols March 19, 2013 at 22:07 #

    That was so beautiful, you were well spoiled for Mother’s Day, as it should be.:)

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  8. sharechair March 19, 2013 at 22:35 #

    I’m blubbing, too. 🙂

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  9. Grannymar March 19, 2013 at 22:39 #

    Great talent in that young man and you and hub, reap only what you sow! You did well. Blub away, you are entitled!

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  10. lenwilliamscarver March 19, 2013 at 23:46 #

    blub, blub, blub how very beautiful you are all~ a prize

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  11. Maddie Cochere March 20, 2013 at 01:01 #

    Wonderful! I love this post. So glad you had such a nice day, and hearing Tory Boy recite the poem to Bach was lovely. You are one lucky mum.

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  12. gigihawaii March 20, 2013 at 02:29 #

    What a cute poem! Neither of my kids did something like that. You seem happy.

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  13. xtrekki March 20, 2013 at 02:37 #

    Beaut!! Does Tory Boy go to writing class at the art gallery with you?? He’s certainly got a true gift for expressing his love for you!

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  14. David J. Bauman March 20, 2013 at 04:48 #

    Oh my heavens! I almost started blubbering and crying myself! And I’m a big strong manly. . . well, it touched me. I know it made you glow. 🙂

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  15. jmgoyder March 20, 2013 at 05:03 #

    Awwww – that is gorgeous!

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  16. benzeknees March 20, 2013 at 08:11 #

    Our Mother’s Day in North America is in May, so this is confusing! Such great kids!

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  17. bevchen March 20, 2013 at 08:43 #

    LOVE the poem! I sent my mum wine – I suspect she would say I know her well, too 😉

    I once tried to explain Parma Violets to my German colleagues. They were rather confused…

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  18. Viveka March 20, 2013 at 16:14 #

    That last photo – he really has a twinkle in his eye … and the top too – some cheeky happy boys. You have a cracking family, Linda.

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  19. Katharine Trauger March 20, 2013 at 16:36 #

    Blubs. A-plenty. Thanks! 🙂

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  20. SchmidleysScribbling March 20, 2013 at 17:38 #

    Congratulations, you survived motherhood and your kids survived too. I consider that a real accomplishment. Dianne

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  21. Denise March 21, 2013 at 19:04 #

    Thank you for including the link to hear his rendition. Blub-worthy indeed!

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  22. adinparadise March 22, 2013 at 14:00 #

    What wonderful pressies you got. It’s a very long time since I had Parma Violets. I used to live on them when I was a child. Those and Milky Ways. 🙂 What a heart-warming poem. You are dearly loved for sure.

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  23. bluebee March 31, 2013 at 04:58 #

    And you resisted the urge to insert the missing apostrophe – now that’s a mother’s blind love for you!

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    • The Laughing Housewife March 31, 2013 at 14:06 #

      I’ll confess, it killed me not to do it but I’ll tell you a secret – I took out the extra os from the toos *blush*

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  24. sarsm April 5, 2013 at 16:34 #

    Sob!

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