Soppy emails and stuff...


Morning All,

I received a bunch of emails this morning and as per normal (well becoming more normal for me the older I get) they started my thinking about - Life, Love and The passage of time - I can almost hear you say to yourselves, aye aye here she goes again ! To anyone who has heard all this examination of navels before I apologise profusely but I just am using the net to let my thoughts roam and see where I get to . You see I keep hoping that I will eventually come across some gem of intelligence as I give me upstairs marbles a bit of a spin. The point of the effort this morning is to find out (or try to) why it is that I just find it so difficult to keep my feelings under control.

When I opened this mornings emails one of them was especially soppy and a real humdinger - could hardly get to the middle of it before the place was awash.. It is ridiculous the effect these little notes can have on me. There are a lot of these type of emails about - they seem to hone in at your (well OK ' my' ) soppy feelings and weepy bone and can turn the switch from laughter to tears in one nano-second. I just don't get it, I am not depressed or mentally ill (well my doctor says I am not - so I must agree, I mean he should know) ! But everytime one of these billet doux hit the PC away I go and can't stop. Is it a consequence of growing older ?

Are there any other folk who have this problem ? Flippen Nora this is bad enough, but I can just be watching something on TV and during a ruddy advertisement some 'bandit' injects a bit of sentimental rubbish into it and I am 'away'. Soppy email coming up.....


*** Warning to any other Pigeon -hearted folk - keep hankies near at hand. ***

Sound of Harpstrings in the background. " Being a Mother".

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you". The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and our three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well " she asked. My Mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

No Mother, I just thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, just the two of us, she thought about it for a moment and then said " I would like that very much"..

That Friday, after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were very impressed - They can't wait to hear about our meeting ".

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cosy. My Mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down I had to read the menu as her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries I lifted by eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small" she said. "Then it's time that you relaxed and let me return the favour". I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation concerning nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's lives. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you". I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later my Mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An attached note said. "I paid this bill in advance, I wasn't sure that I could be there. I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me, I love you son"..

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time - I love you - and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than our family. Give them the time they deserve because these things cannot be put off until 'some other later '..


Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you have had a baby.. that somebody doesn't know that once you 're a Mother, 'normal' is history.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first.. that somebody doesn't have two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a Mother is labour and delivery... that somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten, or on a plane headed for military 'boot' camp, or leave home after being married..

Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married. Well that somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a Mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a Mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... that somebody never had Grandchildren.

Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... that somebody isn't a Mother.

This isn't just about being a Mother... it's about appreciating the people in your lives while you have them... no matter who that person is. 'Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle'..


OK then, is there anyone who has read this still dry eyed ? To all the folk reading this , I really mean it too..... Have a Good Day .... Love Kate xxx.