Back in August 2001, I was on holiday with my Sons in Killarney, Southern Ireland. We always stayed at our favourite Hotel which was on the Lakes and has its own Castle ruin, well part of one, The Lake Hotel on the Muckross Road, Killarney – such heaven.
When I would walk into Killarney Town with one or both of my Sons it was a long walk but a lovely walk, usually we would have Horse and Trap to take us back. When in the Town we would wander around the shops, buying this and that.
I Don’t know if it was a book shop or The Blarney Woollen Mills in the Town that I bought a little book called “The Love Between Mothers and Sons”, it seemed apt for me as I have two Sons. It was by a woman by the name of Helen Exley and it’s quotes from different people about Mothers and Sons or vice versa.
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“It’s such a powerful connection;
it takes me by surprise. I feel
like there’s a dotted line
connecting me to my Son”
“Romance fails us and so do
friendships but the relationship of
Mother and Child remains indelible
and indestructible – the strongest bond
upon this earth.”
“There is an enduring tenderness in
the love of a Mother to a Son
that transcends all other affections
of the heart. It is neither to be
chilled by selfishness, nor daunted
by danger, nor weakened by
worthlessness, nor stifled by
ingratitude. She will sacrifice every
comfort to his convenience; she
will surrender every pleasure to his
enjoyment; she will glory in his fame
and exalt in his prosperity, and if
adversity overtake him, he will be
the dearer to her by misfortune;
and if disgrace settle upon his name,
she will still love and
cherish him; and if all the world
beside cast him off,
she will be all the world to him.”
Washington Irving (1783-1859)
(how very true the above)
“The child, in the decisive
first years of his life, has
the experience of his
mother, as an all
nourishing power. Mother
is food; she is love; she is
warmth; she is earth. To be loved by her means to be
alive, to be rooted, to be at
Erich Fromm (1900-1980)
“A child’s hand in yours – what
tenderness it arouses, what power it
conjures. You are instantly the very
touchstone of wisdom and strength.”
“The God to whom little boys say their
prayers has a face very like their Mother’s.”
James M. Barrie (1860 – 1937)
“The soft hands, little fingers
that touch your face,
little hands you kiss
eyes that follow yours
with trust with love.
The feeling within you
of love you have never known before
your Child in your arms.
Your Son his body so warm
yours to nurture
from now onwards,
small or grown up
Baby or Man
still your Son you love
“Why, I will never understand
the feeling of jealousy
within the Father for his Son
a Baby a child.
A Father withdrawing himself
the baby’s lifeline
the child’s strength.
Mothers and Sons
from Babies to Men
Sons may drift
Mothers still remain.
Mothers and Sons
a bond never broken
arguments and rows
laughter and tears
but still I am here
and they are there
Mother and Sons
a love everlasting.”
I hope you enjoyed the above. I unfortunately, only have two Sons I dearly would have loved four Sons but it was not to be, my late Husband said two and so be it. I did miscarry in the early stages between my two Sons and I believe it was a little Girl, often wonder how my Husband would have been with a little Daughter.
Like many men, which I have never understood, I believe he became jealous of them, perhaps he was too old to start again with babies and boys that are growing up. My Husband was 30 years older than me and a second Marriage, no I did not break it up, they were divorced long before me, she the ex wife was caught with their best friend by my Husband. At first he was wonderful with our eldest Son did so much for him, in fact it was David who would always get the babies back to sleep when they cried.
Then when our second Son arrived he seemed to drift from our eldest little boy more to the baby the baby who reminded him of his own Father and as our youngest grew to my husband he was more and more like his Father, poor Jonathan our eldest as young as he was he could see what was happening. Would ask me “doesn’t Daddy love me anymore”, so I would reassure him and perhaps gave him more time but not more love – I loved, still do, love both my Sons equally. They were and are both special in their own ways and I love them for it. When their Father died, our eldest Son was 15 years of age.
The eldest Boy was so terribly upset about his Daddy the youngest which is typical of him, tough never showing his real feelings, strong determined. It was a difficult time and the youngest was 10 years of age – 11 years of age four days after his Father died. The youngest, typical strong/determined/tough never showing his real feelings “just getting on with it”.
We had a very hard time the three of us ,such difficult times I could never go through again, it was the Boys got me through it all. I had to have the strength for them and they gave me their strength, we survived all I have now all I am is because of my Sons. They are what I lived for they are my reason to rise every day.
My eldest Son is far too like me, not only looks like me but has my temperament. We clash now and again but it doesn’t last long, we are just too alike. He is a real old fashioned Gentleman, any woman who liked to be treated with respect would be lucky to have him, sadly he is too wrapped up in work and all his hobbies. As for my youngest, well what can I say he teases me, he makes me laugh nearly all the time, spends far too much on me. I am so lucky to have my Sons, I just wish they would stop worrying about me so much and have a life for themselves. Both work too hard, long hours odd hours for my youngest. They are both kind, gentle and my greatest comfort.
Mother and Sons – there is a Bond maybe some will never understand but without a doubt, Sons Love their Mothers – and Mothers will always Love their Sons.
I hope you enjoy all the relaxing sounds of the garden, of nature of life of beauty. Anna.