Talking with a Mother – Short Story

Homeless MotherWhile they seat in their big houses, I’m wondering how to tell my children that we must move out of our tiny flat, and that I don’t know where we’re going to…

–    ‘Must we leave our friends? Must we change our school?’

They ask, and I feel like running away, but they have only me, so I have to stay.

I go to the powers that be and ask them for help. They don’t look in my eyes. They glance… Their head holds a PC inside, rather than a mind, never mind a human heart. They hand me a number to ring. And I do, so I can be lied to… I sense that their words might be far from the truth, so I start my own search online. The computer, seemingly a little more humane, tells me part of what’s to know. “You are on the waiting list – number 334. So, I go back to the ‘people’, and ask:

–      “Does this mean that you’ll help us move house?”

–     “No.” They say. “Don’t leave there – stay. When you’re on the streets – come back. Then, we’ll have a chat. There are many like you. You are not the only one.” Fine! I leave. “Next one, please!” I hear them yell. I feel like I’ll lose my mind if I stay. From now on, I’ll send letters or I’ll e-mail them.

I will work, at the same time, as hard as I can. Though, to rent a new small flat this job won’t provide. What else will I do? I will cry, sometimes. Not too much. I don’t want to drown… in tears. Then, I’ll work again just to pay the bills. I feel really tired – I’ve been lacking sleep… I can’t let them kill me though! I’m going to live! Yet, I bottle these fears and the pain. There’s a bottle of wine in my hand.

– “Why?” The interviewer asks.

– “Why wine? I’m cutting my chocolate down.”

– “No. Why bottle the pain? Why not talk to someone?” He smiles.

– “Oh…” She sighs.

Those who are comfortable want to stay comfortable. They say that they pray for me and my family while they seat in their big houses comfortably. Meanwhile, I wonder how to tell my children that we have to move, again… And, I cannot tell them where we’re going to… I don’t know… God knows. Oh… {She pauses} That’s right. He does. ‘Oh, thank you for listening’, she adds.

The interviewer smiles.

 “I will put this wine away. I’m going to pray.”

She gets up and goes… Where to? Well… God knows.

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a lot more than others. You are amazing! Happy Mother's Day!

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She wants to be pleasing to her mum and dad

She feels like she’s not…, again and again

She’s their little girl, and although they love

Often times, they fail to express it well.  

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She’s a beautiful girl, and a mighty force

Her name’s Wise and Strong.

There is wisdom hidden deep within her heart

It just needs to grow… to show…  

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Her big eyes express pain, joy and faith

She believes… though she makes mistakes

She dances while counting during hide and seek

She’s so animated – her heart skips a beat!  

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She begins the search for her mighty friend…

She finds. She begins to blaze trails…  

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Daily, she leaves behind a positive trace,

She’s a mighty warrior serving in His Grace –

She learns to control her strength. She is strong.

Father smiles each time when she sings her song.

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Dedicated to Sari

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A wife and a mother started praying, one night

For professional success, for her business to thrive.

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God, You see me hassling

I’ve been working so hard…

I’ve been putting a lot in,

And getting so little out…

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She prayed and she prayed, every night & day

All she’d heard was silence till she heard Him say:

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Your home is a house. Selah…

Nothing’s wrong with your efforts

Nothing’s wrong with My Grace…

Your priorities are all over the place

Don’t ask me to bless your work

Stop spinning your wheels

Make your house a home

And I will be All  Ears.

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HAPPY EASTER!!!

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Mother’s Secrets – Poem

'Mother's Secrets' by Adam PodleckiToday, people in the UK celebrate the strength of a mother. We appreciate how sacrificial, powerful, and instrumental she is in our lives…

Yet, this poem approaches motherhood from a slightly different angle. This is a piece about her strength, but it is about her humanity as well. 

It culminates in the revelation of the Source of that strength which we love to celebrate & admire.

Happy Mother’s Day!

MOTHER’S SECRETS

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Many times, mama must say ‘no’ to her child

Although “yes” is pressing to escape her mind

Yet, at times mama must say ‘yes’ even though

She would feel less pain if she could say ‘no’…

 

Yes, at times, mama must reveal her anger

For true peace to begin and for chaos to cease

Yet, most times, mama needs to remain silent,

So she can be heard and so she can hear…

 

Many times, mama has to wait for her child,

Even though that child is already late… Then,

Sometimes mama needs to push rather hard,

So late consequences don’t have final say…

 

There are times mama needs to die for her child,

So the fruit of her love can survive and thrive. Yet,

Sometimes mama needs to first save her own life,

So she’s there, full of strength to keep baby alive…

 

Sometimes,

Being a mother seems more difficult than…

It seems sometimes…

 

A true mother must be brave and selfless

Must be assertive, yet kind at the same time

She must be strong, beautiful, loving…

Responsible, present and caring…, but I…

 

Sometimes, I was selfish and not very sane –

None of which is surely a good mother’s way…

Sometimes, it seems  like I don’t have what it takes

Which I don’t anyway – surely not in myself

 

But then, He comes with His Motherliness…

Surrounding me, overwhelming with help

And I keep pressing on, and again, I excel…

Although yet again, sometimes seem to fail

 

Truly, a mother cannot be a good mother,

Without much of Him within much of her

 

I… don’t qualify for your idol, baby…

Yet…, allow me…

I’ll show you where your faith should rest

 

I do not want you to be my clone, little girl

In Him…, In Him… you must be yourself…

In Him, in His time, In His way, little boy

 Walking better, and further I could ever walk.

“Little Big Mama/Papa…”

Mama Snail
Mama Snail

In most cultures, the mother symbolizes selflessness. She is  perceived as a phenomenon of endless dedication to those placed under her care. Nevertheless, there seems to be a fine line between parental devotion and martyrdom…

In Poland, the phrase “Matka Polka” (translate “Polish Mother”) is used mainly for honourable causes. One of the largest highly specialized medical complexes in the country is named “Polish Mother’s Memorial Hospital…” In 1830, Matka Polka became the respected recipient of a poem written by Adam Mickiewicz (a celebrated Polish writer). Paradoxically still, over the years, the same phrase began to be commonly associated with the futility of motherhood. Sadly, in many eyes, “Matka Polka”, in spite of her sacrificial devotion to family, is seen as a woman unfulfilled and un-inspiring…

Since becoming a mom, even my small everyday decisions require some form of consideration for others. Life changes when you step into parental shoes, no doubt. The time, which you once thought was yours, no longer even pretends to belong to you; and many things, once estimated to be accomplished in no time, now take longer.

Milton Berle (American comedian/actor) said: “If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” This rhetorical question, in a humorous way, illustrates how daunting motherhood can get sometimes. At some point, the world of a servant-less mother must accommodate numerous demands and messy issues, no matter how often ‘the laundry’ gets done. Moreover, nowadays, being a mother rarely exempts one from having to take care of other responsibilities…

Today’s world glorifies achievement. Everything moves fast – technology, cars, and people. Add the obsession with self, and there you have it – an ordinary mom’s profile comparable to that of a snail, which we all know to be on the smaller/slower side of things. Whenever I feel smaller and slower than the rest, due to motherhood, my heart is blessed to hear the following words: “What you’re doing is very important and significant.”

These words may just be what you need to hear right now.

You are an artist with a high callingone of the pioneers and very influential creators given to paint on the unique canvas of your child’s heart and soul. Your efforts may go unnoticed by people, but Heaven sees the most subtle of your brushstrokes… You are precious… Remember this because you will not always have someone there to remind you.

Little big mom, we need your strength and we need your smile 🙂

Dedicated to mothers, fathers and others… whose lives are strongly devoted to the needs of people.

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Sometimes, it may feel like

We were left behind…

With dust in our eyes

From another’s wheels…

 

Keep it moving though…

As slow as you must and as fast as you can

There’s a time and a season for each one –

Even Mom.

😉

“Little Big Mama”

'Mother's Secrets' by Adam Podlecki
 For the poem “Mother’s Secrets” click the link below this article… 

In most cultures, motherhood symbolizes selflessness, while a mother is perceived as a phenomenon of endless dedication to those placed under her care. Nevertheless, there seems to be a fine line between a parental devotion and martyrdom…

In Poland, the phrase “Matka Polka” (translate “Polish Mother”) is used mainly for honourable causes. One of the largest highly specialized medical complexes in the country is named “Polish Mother’s Memorial Hospital…” In 1830, Matka Polka became the respected recipient of a poem written by Adam Mickiewicz (a celebrated Polish writer). Paradoxically still, over the years, the same phrase began to be commonly associated with the futility of motherhood. Sadly, through many eyes, “Matka Polka”, in spite of her sacrificial devotion to family, is seen as a woman unfulfilled and un-inspiring…

I hardly remember the carefree days when I could do “almost anything” without a moment’s notice. Since becoming a mom, even my small everyday decisions require some form of consideration for others. Life changes when you step into parental shoes, no doubt. The time, which you once thought was yours, no longer even pretends to belong to you; and many things, once estimated to be accomplished in no time, now take longer.

Milton Berle (American comedian/actor) said: “If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” This rhetorical question, in a humorous way, illustrates how daunting motherhood can get sometimes. At some point, the world of a servant-less mother must accommodate numerous demands including nappies, scattered toys, dirty clothes and messy issues no matter how often the laundry gets done. Moreover, being a mother does not exempt one from having to take care of other responsibilities…

Today’s world glorifies achievement. Everything moves fast – technology, cars, and people. Add the obsession with self, and there you have it – an ordinary mom’s profile comparable to that of a snail, which we all know to be on the smaller/slower side.We mustn’t embrace this view. Otherwise, emotions of sadness or even despair (especially in early stages of motherhood) will take over. The last time I experienced some of the above mentioned feelings, my heart was blessed to hear the following words: “What you’re doing is very important and significant.”

These words may just be what you need right now.

However, there are also other ways to help mama avoid the pitfalls of her noble role…

Don’t push your rest and nutrition to the very bottom of your “important matters” list. Extreme tiredness and lack of proper nutrition can be the cause of a depressive episode. Sometimes, taking a little rest is the solution, even if for 30 minutes only. Get a good night sleep. You are worth “switching off” for seven or eight hours a day. Take time to eat well. Show some respect to Mother Nature – put the Coca-Cola down. Drink mineral water. Thank God for access to the uncontaminated one, especially when you needn’t walk miles to fetch it…This one is meant for all of the less than healthy drinks and foods alike – no disrespect to Coca-Cola executives 😉

Get tired to rest better. Regular exercise is a must! Long term, it will help you feel better physically and mentally. You might be thinking: “I don’t have time to exercise, lady!” I get your point (I’m one of us). However, where there’s a will there’s a way. See exercise as an investment. Be creative… Find a dynamic, colourful, and decent fitness DVD, which the children embrace and which makes you sweat. For the lack of a better alternative, just run out of the house (for a jog, or a walk), the minute another adult comes through the door. Caution: Do Return… 🙂

You are not an island… Don’t act like you don’t need anyone. Meet with positive and inspiring people who challenge you. Take your mind of yourself by helping someone else. Become a member of a genuine and empowering church. Ask God for help. Ask someone to babysit. If not, put a cartoon on, or help the little ones organize their time, so they don’t need you as much. Find a solitary spot where you will not be disturbed (lock yourself in the bathroom if need be), even if for five minutes only. Be silent for a moment, read the Word, pray and/or meditate…

Be a mother to yourself. We complain about having soooo much to do and soooo little time to do it, and then we continue cramming soooo many activities into our schedules. In consequence, we remain “undone” despite of our best efforts. Overwhelmed, exhausted and frustrated we get slower and less productive than we would have been had we taken the necessary time to relax. Say “no” to the demands of your home and “yes” to yourself, if need be. Consistently take small steps towards seeing your own dreams manifest. Whatever it is that you should do for you – do it! Appreciate yourself more, so you can recognize your child as a gift, which she is indeed.

Be grateful. Being a mom is a privilege. Some pay huge amounts of money to conceive. See your child’s smile as a reward. Don’t wish you were somewhere else; your children were older, younger, out of the house, married, whatsoever… This kind of wishing will not change your today, but it will take the joy out of now.

You are an artist with a high callingone of the pioneers and the most influential creators given to paint on the unique canvas of your child’s heart and soul. Your efforts may go unnoticed by people, but Heaven sees the most subtle of your brushstrokes… You are precious… Remember this because you will not always have someone there to remind you.

Little big mom, we need your strength and we need your smile 🙂

Dedicated to mothers, fathers and others… whose lives are devoted to the needs of other people.

The poem “Mother’s Secrets” is right here.