“Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.”
― Marguerite Duras
I have so many things in my life for which I’m grateful. One of them is that growing up I had the love and wisdom (and sometimes craziness) of two wonderful mothers. The first is my own mother who passed away a few years back. From her I get much of my sense of humour and understanding of what family is and what it should be. She was the one who always believed in me the most and my potential but would tell me in no uncertain terms when I had gotten it wrong. She listened to me during the dark times and was able to tell me when I was being an ass.
During one of the darkest times in my life she told me what kept her going was an unknown aspect of god she called Molly after the Unsinkable Molly Brown (as played by Debby Reynolds in the movie of that same name). Like Debby Reynolds sang in the movie when things got dark she would “pick herself up, dust herself off and start all over again.” That aspect of god for her, her Molly allowed my mother to do that and she told me that I could borrow her Molly when I needed it. This precious gift has helped me often over the years.
After my parents divorced, my father married my step-mother Anja. If my mother taught me how to fearlessly speak my mind, Anja taught me when to not speak it. A good deal of my civilized behaviour and manners come from Anja along with a lot of love and pride. She has been an amazing woman who is in many ways the epitome of graciousness.
Without both of these woman in my life, I would have been a very different and most probably a lesser man. To both of these woman and all mothers out there, I wish a wonderful and joyous Mother’s day.
Blessings, G
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