The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

I love her so much that I’d be here forever if I had to explain all the reasons why she’s so wonderful.

I’m sure you all think the same about your own Mum’s … and that’s understandable because you’ve not met mine.

Anyway a week ago she sounded very down because whilst out, she lost one of her earrings from a pair she got on her wedding day … way back in 1964.

My Mum – like her son – is quite a sentimentalist, except where I can feel emotionally connected to a calculator, my Mum is moved by things that matter. Like earrings. Earrings that represent the day she married her beloved husband, a husband who passed away 11 years ago and yet remains in her – and her sons – heart and thoughts each and every day.

Anyway a couple of days ago, she was going home – still desperately scanning the pavement she had walked over countless times in the last 72 hours – when she saw a glint in the sun and you guessed it, there was her earring.

Sure it was a bit battered and bruised as god knows how many people had trod on it but she had found it and the joy in her voice when she told me she found it was magical.

I’ve never tried any drugs [unless Strepsils count] but if its anything close to how my Mum’s happiness made me feel, I can understand why it’s addictive.

My Mum is 77 and yet the joy in her voice made her sound 17 … it was infectious … suddenly everything became good, happy and possible.

In a World where we mistakenly associate happiness with material possessions, it’s important to remember there is nothing greater than hearing people you love being happy and nothing greater than knowing their happy because of things that matter, not things that are new.

Thank you Mum. Seems Dad is still watching out for us.