The Mothership Arrives

It’s three am. Where am I?

Not where I should be.  Not tucked up in bed, snoozing.

Not spooning my husband. Or counting sheep.

Nope, I’m on the kitchen floor, cleaning under the cooker. This will sound bonkers, until I explain that today, My Mum is Coming.

In the last hour I have: part of the kitchen wall.

2. developed a comprehensive sorting system for my underwear. (Off-white, grey and less grey).

3. raided the fridge. (Less said about this the better, but anyway. When nervous or excited, I crave sugar.  Fizzy Dinosaurs. Chocolate spread.If you listen closely you can hear the crunch of Frosties, wedged between the keys of my computer. But I’m drawing a line under this one – no-one is going to die because I ate too much ).

4. tried to finish a detective novel. (I gave up because the detective wasn’t very good.  People kept dying and at three in the morning, that’s not conducive to mental health).

I’ve run out of food and household tasks.  So now I’m thinking about why I feel stressed. This should have happened an hour ago, but at least the cutlery’s clean.

It’s hard to analyse your family isn’t it? When asked to describe them, the words get stuck. You end up saying things like, ‘she enjoys long walks and has  brown hair’. What you want to say is, ‘she’s one of the most selfless women I know.  She’s strong and silly and a mass of contradictions. She has an enormous heart but always puts herself down. She was her school IT coordinator but she doesn’t know how to turn on her computer. She uses a ridiculous amount of punctuation, especially exclamation marks.  This means that ALL HER TEXT MESSAGES ARE SHOUTING!!!!!! Her comic timing is a thing of rare beauty. When she tells jokes, she gets overexcited and forgets the punch line. So she carries them with her in her handbag and invariably reads out the wrong one. She hates having nothing to do. Recently, she did a course on managing stocks and shares, despite not owning any. I could go on, but I can’t capture her with words.

My mum lives in Belfast, so I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like.   I want her to be proud of me. I want her to trust in Jesus.   Instead of  looking after everyone else, I want her to actually rest. I want to tell her how much she means to me and I want to roll all those days we don’t get together into a blanket that I can spread before her. I want to tell her she’s great and apologise for all I’ve put her through.  I want to keep her and hug her till neither of us can breathe.

So I’m cleaning. I’m making casserole. I’m writing the love I want to speak – in the laundered sheets and the extra pillows. The home-made biscuits.  The sparkling taps. The squeeze on the shoulder.  The boiling kettle. Because even if I could say it all, I don’t think I’d have the words.

6 thoughts on “The Mothership Arrives

  1. Funny, but too true. Even after decades of marriage, our mothers still exert an unearthly influence on us. But the other side of it, we have children and we are waiting our turn.

    Blessings to you and Glenn

  2. I have been in hospital this week. I have had half my right lung removed. It hurts a bit. My mum came nearly every day on the train up from Cambridge. Despite me now being 36 years old and having a devoted fiancé. In some ways, after feeling my whole life that she didn’t really want or know how to mother and that I could do fine on my own thank you very much, something has changed and it is positive and good. I can see how much she longs to love and be loved and it is such an exciting opportunity to show her of Jesus love that heals and not a love that is striving for perfection and criticises when it is not met. She is coming tomorrow for a few days and I am actually really looking forward to seeing her. It is encouraging that with a redemptive God patterns of behaviour can always be changed. Hope you are having fun with your mum, Emma. Jojo x.

  3. Hi Jojo

    You poor girl – how are you feeling? I’ll be praying for your recovery – and for the time you spend with your mum. That’s wonderful that you’re able to reach out to her in strength and that she too is opening up. I can really relate to wanting to show mum a love that’s not about doing things or getting it right, but is instead peaceful, joyful and strong. My prayer is that we will both share this more and more as the Lord continues to redeem our lives and relationships.

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