95/365: Happy Mother’s Day!
I was stumped for ideas for a Mother’s Day theme blog entry today. So I decided to do what I always do when I’m faced with a mental blockage: I hop into my truck and drive. I decided to take a short trip up the Labrador Highway and look for that bridge that leads towards Cartwright and southern Labrador ( I finally acted on your suggestion, Mandy!). My plan was to just take a photo of something interesting, regardless of Mother’s Day. Sometimes the best ideas come about when you’ve given up thinking about them.
So I come to the bridge and I drive across at a good speed, quickly slowing down as the swaying sensation you get from driving on the grids that make up the bridges roadway both surprised and frightened me (just a little). But as I continued across I noticed all this graffiti art along the supports. There were a lot of names and suggestions (not all nice) as well as a bunch of “I ‘heart’ this person” and such. So I got an idea. I’ll do a collage of hearts! So I drove back and forth the bridge, stopping and taking photos of all the hearts painted on there. I also snapped a few photos of a couple words and messages as well.
About my Mother: My mother, like many other mothers, has a number of titles: Mom, Mommy, Mother, Mum, Mummy, Grandmother, Anna, Anna Jane, Aunt, Sister, ….. Mudder, plus many more.
She raised my brother, six sisters and I and she did it with love. She spent a lot of her life caring for us and worrying about us, and she still worries too much, but she’s always been quick to laugh. And laugh hard. I love this fact, and I think it’s the most important thing she’s taught us all – to laugh! No matter what happens, you can always laugh. Sounds simple, but trust me, it’s a good lesson and it’s gotten me through more than one rough patch.
For the past 15 years or so, I have spent my time living all over the country, as close to her as St. John’s, to as far away as the arctic circle and western Canada, and in between. I wish I could visit her more, but I don’t beat myself up about it too much, as I know she loves me and I feel it every time I come home. If my world were to crumble below my feet, I know my mother would provide me with steady ground … and then promptly suggest I find my own steady ground. She’s always taught us in her own way to carve our own path through this world. She’s done a great job too, because as one of my sisters once observed, “You know what Howie? We’re really good people.”
So here’s a Happy Mother’s Day to my mother, and all the other mother’s out there, who support and love us, teach us lessons in life, and who have and are now raising, really good people. ‘Cause that’s what mothers do.