mothers

I have spent the day talking to mothers, thinking about mothers and I am about to go to bed with a mother… somehow none of that comes out right.

The talking to mothers was at Angels which continues to gather over fifty people of all ages and stages to play, pray and sing silly songs. Around the edge of the playing with the children there is a lot of hard talk goes on. Today a number of newish mums were talking about how being a parent makes them feel guilty… there is always something to be done that hasn’t been done. Margi and I were talking afterwards about how we need to keep telling the mums how good they are at what they do.

The thinking about mothers is as I prepare for Sunday’s Mothering Sunday sermon which I hope will address that guilt a bit. I am wondering if that ten commandment about “honouring your father and mother” also includes “honouring fathers and mothers” generally… maybe if we respect what parents do, they wouldn’t feel quite so guilty about what they don’t do.

Time for bed… and where is that mother I was talking about.