Sunday, 10 March 2013

Lessons My Mother Taught Me


Nothing beats a pair of freshly ironed underpants

My mother is well known for championing the ironing of socks. Most people wouldn't even think of ironing socks but it has to be said, now that I don't bother to iron my own, I do feel the difference and miss the smoothness and sheer luxury of a well ironed sock. 

My mum's particular forte is the ironing of pants (in the comic British sense of the word). Oh so many cold winter mornings of my childhood were staved off by the presentation of freshly ironed pants and socks before I trundled off to school. That warmth made all the difference in the soggy drizzle of the Welsh valleys! 


Never transfer locusts from a box to a bucket

Once upon a time, a lizard found its way onto our Welsh mountain-side doorstep and became our new pet. Mum would dutifully go out into the garden and find spiders to feed Lizzie the lazily-named lizard. One day, we decided Lizzie deserved better than backyard creepy crawlies and upgraded her food to a box of locusts. 

To this day, I cannot fathom the logic of what happened next. I can only imagine that my kind-hearted mother felt sorry for the bugs squished together in a tupperware and wanted to give them space to roam freely before being unceremoniously eaten by a reptile. My mum wanted to elevate the locust from a battery-style insect in a box to a free-range insect in a roomy bucket. 

It's almost needless to say that before the lid had even been fully opened, a fountain of over a hundred insects leaped for freedom! All I remember was a shrill 'Quick! Get out! Close the door!'  and the next thing I knew I was barricaded on the other side of the door listening to the screams, bangs and general pandemonium of my mother in her futile effort to catch the locusts with a broomstick. 

For months, we'd hear the sound of crickets in the kitchen or sometimes they'd even jump out at us when we opened the food cupboard. So, let that be a vital lesson for you all!  


Thunder is no match for a mother's jumper

Heavy rain always reminds me of the time when my family were stranded at Beachy Head during a thunderstorm. Suddenly the heavens opened accompanied by flashes of lightening and the boom of rolling thunder. Mum instinctively gathered me and my brother to her and bundled our heads under her brightly coloured jumper in an attempt to keep me warm and safe, like a bird nestling its chicks.  

We still got thoroughly soaked of course and to be honest, we couldn't really see where we were going with the jumper impairing our vision and mobility rather substantially... but I certainly felt loved in the damp glow of that neon jumper. 

Afterwards, my mum led the search for the nearest toilet and then promptly dried us and all our items of clothing (including the recurring theme of pants) under the electric dryers until we were nice and toasty once more.

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This irreverent homage is partly due to the fact that I realized it's impossible to put into words how much I owe to my Mum and to thank her fully for the sacrifices she's made for me through the years. 

My prayer today is that my mum knows just how much I love and appreciate her even though I may not be able to put my feelings into eloquent words and even though there are many miles between us. 

I pray for all those who are away from their mothers or children at this time and that where we're unable to verbalize or show our affection, God is there to surround our dear ones with love and keep them safe. 

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What eccentric advice has your mum passed on to you? 

What are the oddest memories you have of your mum? 


28 comments:

  1. Great post Sarita, made me happy and sad at the same time. Dad. [wipes tears away]

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  2. I thoroughly enjoyed this post, I was imagining myself in your shoes! I would have hated being in that kitchen for months though, listening to crickets lol!

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    1. Thank you - glad you enjoyed it. It was so unnerving hearing the crickets rustling around in the cupboards at night!

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    2. I don't think I would have slept that night lol!

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  3. Don't you just love mums! May Allah bless us with their existence as long as possible. I would really be lost without my mother, and with each passing year I see more and more of her in me. I am becoming my mother. Alhamdulillah! :))) And the ironed undies! My God, they are the best :) I used to smirk when a friend of ours had once stated she always irons her own, but I tried a few times and they definitely feel so much nicer. :) Love your posts and find so much that I can relate to. :)

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    1. I'm becoming more and more like mine too - in all kinds of strange ways! I miss having ironed pants, I wish I'd been more appreciative when I had them. I'm terrible at ironing and so it just never gets down.

      I'm so glad that you're able to relate to posts and you enjoy reading them. Thank you so much for your encouragement : )

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  4. While I don't have many fond memories of my mom (nor do I really wish to delve into that for the sake of my mental health), I do find your memories really nice. They're rather lovely and precious, and I wish I had gotten to experience something like that. c: I'm sorry, however, that you are away from your mother.

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    1. I'm sorry to hear that you had a complicated relationship with your mum. Love can come from all kinds of places and I hope that you've found love and support from all the people and friends you surround yourself with. It was nice to hear from you - hope to hear from you again : ) Have a lovely week x

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  5. Loved reading this. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Very glad you liked it. Have a great week. Sarita

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  6. We share the same Mother in terms of ironing.....I DO NOT iron as a result of her obsession!!

    Fiona

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    1. Neither do I! hehe! clothes just don't feel as soft : s

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  7. hi, i'm following the "aloha friday" blog hop. i would love for you to visit my blog and follow if you like it.

    http://www.blackinkpaperie.blogspot.com

    thanks
    new follower bev

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    1. I'm following you too now (although that sounds far too stalkerish so I should probably re-phrase that : s Have a lovely week x

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  8. Aww, what a sweet and nostalgic post :D

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    1. Thank you! I had a peep at your blog and I was so surprised by the brown bread fact! http://muslimahdelights.blogspot.it/2013/02/diy-beauty-products-from-kitchen.html I'll have to try that out : )

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  9. I liked hearing about your childhood. I couldn't imagine my mom gathering crickets up for any reason, though they were nice to listen to in the backyard during summer nights. Thank you for sharing!

    I found you via the Aloha Blog Hop. Feel free to stop by! http://penpaperpad.com.

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    1. Thank you - lovely to hear from a new follower : )

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  10. Ah, this explains so much.......I'm so glad that Kate is not alone in her mother experiences. I loved reading it. My mother's only advice was ' don't get caught' says more about her than me I think......

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  11. Ah, this explains so much.......I'm so glad that Kate is not alone in her mother experiences. I loved reading it. My mother's only advice was ' don't get caught' says more about her than me I think......

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  12. Lovely post! My Mum always, rather ominously, said "Never trust a man with little teeth". I don't quite know what defines little, but teeth aside she has a crazy way of predicting my previous relationship situations! She is psychic!

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  13. This post made me miss my Mom all the more.
    Hello. I saw you at the Aloha Friday blog hop and I am your newest follower in GFC from http://inhighheelsanddogtags.blogspot.jp/. I look forward to seeing you over at my blog next :)

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    1. lovely to meet you - I enjoyed catching up on posts on your blog : )

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  14. Hi Lovely! I'm your newest follower from Blog Hop.
    Nice pictures and love your awesome blog.
    Feel free to follow me @ www.revampspunkyrena.com
    Thank you.

    xoxo
    Rena

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    1. Great to link up with you. Thanks for the lovely comment. Sarita

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  15. What a lovely mum and a touching post from a loving daughter. I love the idea of warm pants - may iron some in the morning!
    My mum taught me never to do or say anything that you should need to say sorry for - just be nice :)

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    1. Thank you so much for your comment.

      Iron your pants and your life will never be the same again. It's like a cotton hug in underwear form : )

      That's wonderful advice. The world would be such a lovely place if everyone followed it.

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  16. What a beautiful post about your mom. Thank you so much for linking up with past Aloha Friday Blog Hops!! I'm just now getting around to following everyone back. I've followed you via GFC. If you have time, I hope you follow me back if you haven't already!!

    The new Aloha Friday Blog Hop launches Thursday evening and we are hosting a GREAT giveaway!!! Come and check it out tomorrow! Aloha Friday Blog Hop HERE!

    Aloha,

    Jean {What Jean Likes}

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