banksy: Happy Mother's Day

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Sending wishes for a wonderful Mother’s Day to friends celebrating around the world.

There is one Mother that I would particularly like to acknowledge and that is my Mother.

I usually send a gift or flowers but this year I had a bigger challenge.

First I had to find her!

My mother, bless her heart, is a woman who is always on the go.

The mother of six and in her 70’s, she lives life to the fullest

and often leaves us wondering what she will be up to next.

The world is her oyster and she has to experience it all.

You could say she has the ‘wandering gypsy’ in her.

You could also say the apple does not fall to far from the tree…

She recently purchased a laptop and is teaching herself how to use it.

She enjoys following my blogs, so, I thought I would surprise her

with a post dedicated to her.

~MY MOTHER~
In 1956, this fashionable young woman of 19 married and started a home.

She had style, she had grace and a year later she had me :)

Mom loved having children, so much so that five others followed over the next 12 years.

She said that she found each one of us so cute at nine months of age that she
always wanted another. I made a note to myself, when she divulged this critical
piece of information as I feared this notion could be hereditary.
At the time, I was the oldest of six and head babysitter and at 16
this was a frightening prospect indeed.

I have to say she managed us all with ease and order.

She loved to decorate and redecorate and then decorate again.

There were countless times when we would come home from school

to find her moving yet another piece of furniture from one room to the next

and often times in various stages of pregnancy. She was determined and we reaped
the benefits. Our home was lovely and she made every holiday, every special occasion
a memorable one.

With the youngest in primary school she went back to her first passion, painting.

It happened suddenly and at the time we were astonished as we had no idea that
she had any talent other than looking after us. We arrived home from school one day
to find our playroom had been moved to one side of the room and her art studio to
the other. Her easel, paints, papers and previous artworks were on display.
She was starting to spread her wings and we were all tucked around her
waiting and watching to see what would unfold.

In the years that followed her talents seemed to know no end. Her children grew
and so did she. Creative, funny, outgoing, engaging and always looking at the
bright side of things she kicked up her heels and let go.

The culmination of her experiences and talents over the years resulted in many
different art galleries. Sometimes her own and sometimes working with others.

She is still loyal to the same art community that she painted with as a young girl.

Whether it is her own gallery or someone else's she always makes her mark.
Bright, colourful flowers spill out of vases and baskets, her favourite classical
music can be heard outside her door, an easel is always propped with her latest work
and children are still close at hand whether they be her grandchildren or children
of visitors to the gallery.