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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Mothering Sunday....UK.

In England Mothering Sunday Is celebrated on the 4th Sunday of Lent. It is actually a Christian holiday. Children and young people who were "in service" were given a day off on that date so they could visit their families and go back to their local church. The children would pick wild flowers along the way to place in the church or give to their mothers. Eventually, the religious tradition evolved into the Mothering Sunday secular tradition of giving gifts to mothers. That was what I found on Wikipedia. It has been tradition since the 16th century.
America celebrates at a different time, sometime in May and maybe that's because it has never been a Christian holiday here? More a Hallmark holiday?  photo 4ff62f36-dab5-4ac7-943a-c76233f9aec9_zpsd93d4311.jpg
My mother has been gone now since 1991. She was 71. When I first began work, or I should say when I earned my own money I would often go to Luton market and buy her flowers. This was my favourite combination. Blue Iris and Mimosa. I have never seen Mimosa in the US. I am sure you can grow it in warmer climates than Michigan.
Once I got over here I could never remember Mothers day because here it's in May so it was difficult to remember. Thats not a good reason really. I suppose if I am honest I never really felt like remembering it too often. I don't want to say that we were not close, but........a lot of times we were not. Some day I may write about that. Not today though. Today I am remembering Mothering Sunday and saying thank you for all the good things that we did have. We who are Mothers know that it is not an easy job being a Mother, often thankless. It's easy to remember the things that were wrong in relationships but there really is no point in that. Children do not come with a manual and I believe most Mothers do the best they can within their own personality and life experiences. I know that now my children are grown, now I have gained more life experiences and learned more about life and relationships and how they effect others, I can sympathise more with choices my own Mother made. I can see her as a woman who was not happy in her own life. Well anyway.............Happy Mothering Sunday to all Mothers everywhere. Be Happy.........even if you don't get breakfast in bed or receive flowers and chocolates. Celebrate it yourself you deserve it.

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  1. I worked as a travel agent for many years and I used to call British Airways and would ask THEM when was Mothering Sunday! They always told me!
    The flowers are incredible in England, in the gardens, and of course, the ones they sell at market and from the florists. Just beautiful!

  2. Janice, you are being honest with the relationship with your mother. There is nothing wrong with that! And, I do think, when we get older, sometimes, we understand things more clear. Other times, it's still difficult! Gorgeous flowers! Happy Mothering Sunday ;o)


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