The Gallery; Mother-love

>> Wednesday, 6 April 2011

This post is for Wk 53 of The Gallery; Mother Love. Click here to see the other fabulous entries...















Mother-love is being handed the creation above and, rather than shrieking in horror and wondering where you've gone wrong in your parenting style, listening seriously as your younger son tells you that this is in fact a model of a man with spiky hair. And then giving it house-room (at least, until he forgets about it).

Or, on a more serious note...





















Mother-love is collecting someone else's children from school having left your own in the care of close relatives on the other side of the world. Mother-love is decamping to a country that is freezing cold 5 months of the year, living in cramped accommodation (often sharing a room with up to 6 others), and being at the mercy of police officers who are liable to pull you out of the bus queue, drive you to a remote spot and demand money before dumping you in the middle of nowhere. If you're lucky. Mother-love is looking after other people's children when you are desperately missing your own and know that you may not see them for up to two years. Mother-love is cleaning other people's toilets and then asking their permission to get a glass of water from the cooler. Mother-love is doing all this so that you can earn enough money for your children to complete their education and hopefully go to university so that they won't have to live the life you have. Mother-love is doing all this and believing yourself fortunate.

14 comments:

Vickie Ford 6 April 2011 at 09:45  

a lot of powerful posts this week!

PippaD 6 April 2011 at 10:03  

Wow, that is powerful stuff you've written. That really is Mothers Love.

Domestic Goddesque 6 April 2011 at 10:16  

Wow- that really got to me. I wholeheartedly agree.

Potty Mummy 6 April 2011 at 10:51  

MH, thankyou.

VF, I guess this one was always going to be that way!

Pippa, glad you liked it. x

DG, thankyou. x (and also for the RT!)

tiddlyompompom 6 April 2011 at 10:51  

*claps like a mad thing* powerful stuff, well said

DD's Diary 6 April 2011 at 11:02  

Loving the sticky-out haired man. I once got a hedgehog complete with unspent matches sticking right side out - Belgium didn't bother much with health and safety. With you on the rest, you see a lot as an expat.

MsCaroline 6 April 2011 at 13:32  

Love the 'man.' You'll want to keep him in a plastic bag, otherwise the plasticine/play-doh will dry out and it will crumble and then you'll have to throw it away...never mind, forget the bag.

The mother-love post hit me especially hard, living in South Texas as I do at the moment, where the topic of the illegal immigrant is a hot one. The conditions that these people live in - not to mention the potentially deadly border crossing just to get here - are often such that most of us could never understand why they would even do it to begin with. This post summed it up beautifully.

Mrs E 6 April 2011 at 19:12  

I totally agree- very well said x

If I Could Escape . . . 6 April 2011 at 20:33  
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Potty Mummy 7 April 2011 at 06:07  

Thankyou Tiddlyompompom!

DD -are you seriously telling me you didn't light one of the matches 'by mistake' to watch the subsequent inferno?

HC, thankyou. It wasn't intented that way - it's just that sometimes I have to vent and where better than the blog?

MsC, thankyou - and I hate to say it but I suspect you're going to see far worse than either of us have to date when you get to your destination.

Thankyou MrsE.

If I Could Escape, thankyou so much!

yizucrap 22 April 2011 at 04:40  

I am doing research for my university thesis, thanks for your great points, now I am acting on a sudden impulse.

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