Mothering Sunday Stories
Each year, Mothering Sunday is on a different date. The anchor is Easter Sunday, and Mothering Sunday is always three weeks before Easter day.
Mothers Day in the USA is always on the 2nd Sunday in May
Rachel was out walking with Jackie, her 4 year-old daughter. Jackie picked something up off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. Rachel asked her not to do that.
'Why Mummy?' came the reply.
'Because it's been lying outside and is dirty and probably has germs,' said Rachel gently. At this point, Jackie looked at her mother in absolute admiration and asked, 'Wow, Mum, how do you know stuff like that?'
'Oh, aaah,' commented Rachel thinking quickly, '... everyone knows this stuff. Um, it's in the Mummy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mummy,' she finished triumphantly.
'Oh, really.' answered Jackie with a slightly confused expression.
Mother and daughter strolled along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, as Jackie pondered over this new information.
'I get it,' Jackie's face beamed with realisation. 'Then if you flunk the test, you have to be the Daddy.'
Possibly true say Will and Guy.
A Thai air force pilot has been suspended from flying duties after allegedly landing his helicopter in the countryside to collect wild mushrooms as a present for his mother.
The air force ordered the provisional suspension and began investigating after villagers in the western province of Kanchanaburi reported the incident to police, said spokesman Captain Monthon Satchukorn. Monthon said villagers said that a helicopter had circled a jungle clearing Wednesday before landing, and when some of them went to investigate, they found that the pilot had gone.
When the pilot eventually returned, he told them he had been collecting mushrooms for his mother.
Her mother answers, 'Well Sara, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.'
Sara thinks about this revelation for a while and then inquires, Mummy, why is it then that all of grandma's hairs are white?'
She gestured and formed the words silently with her lips, but it did not help. Dermot's memory was completely blank. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered the cue, 'I am the light of the world.'
Dermot beamed and with great feeling and a loud clear voice announced, 'My mother is the light of the world.'
Lionel phones his mother who is living in Gants Hill, London.
'Mum, how are you?' he asks.
Lionel, concerned asks, 'Why are you so weak, mother?'
Lionel stammers, 'That's terrible. Why haven't you eaten in 23 days?'
Turning The Knife
While assembling furniture, Liz asked her friend's six-year-old
son, Ricky, to bring her a screwdriver.
by the question, Liz responded with, 'Bring me a 'Mummy' screwdriver.'
Mother and Father were watching TV when Mum said, 'I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed.'
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the breakfast bowls, took meat out of the freezer for dinner the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.
She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with a cleanser, put on her night cream and age fighting moisturiser, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, 'I thought you were going to bed.'
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the laundry basket, and had a brief conversation with the one child up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her six most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualised the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, 'I'm going to bed.'
And he did...without another thought.
Apparently in parts of the old Yugoslavia on the second Sunday before Christmas, children stealthily approach and tie their mother's feet to a chair, shouting, 'Mother's Day, Mother's Day, what will you pay to get away?' Amazingly, she then gives them presents.
Children play the same trick on their father the following week and the children get even more presents. Unfortunately, parents don't get to do the same to their children the week after which is a pity say Will and Guy. Don't you agree?
The earliest occasions that can be accurately traced by historians, for honouring the mother figure, are pre-Christian in origins, relating to the mother-goddess of pagan religion and entwined with the springtime cycle of renaissance [new life and rebirth].
The ancient Greeks chose a day in spring to honour the mother of the gods, Rhea: early Christians held a springtime festival in honour of Mary the mother of Jesus. As the Christian faith spread through Europe, this practice was carried with it and this celebration of the Mother of Christ was gradually extended to the Mother Church and, eventually, to honour all mothers.
Mothering Sunday has been celebrated in Britain on the fourth Sunday in Lent probably since the 16th century. One suggestion of its origins is that the custom originated in the church festival of 'Refreshment Sunday' when everyone was expected to revisit the church in which they were baptised, their 'mother church.'
Alternatively Mothering Sunday may have started when English Catholics were supposed to travel to attend Mass in their 'Mother Church' [the regional cathedral] rather than in their local parish. Whatever, by the Reformation, it had changed into an occasion for children to visit parents.
Some people worked away from home as servants in the homes of the wealthy and they would have been given a day off to visit their church and thus would have been able to visit their families at the same time; eventually this became the prime purpose of this annual visit and so 'Mothering Sunday' was born.
In the USA Mothers' Day (as opposed to Mothering Sunday) is celebrated on the second Sunday in May, a date fixed in 1914; interestingly this date is shared by Australia, Belgium, Denmark, Finland, Italy and Turkey.
Her love is like
on the north by Hope,
Above it like a beacon light
Another Poem For Mothering Sunday
A woman, was renewing her driver's license at the Motor Registration office,
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify
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