Learning From Mumma Bear

My mum is very sweet, I have to say. Believe me…it is not just me that thinks so. People love my mum! In the town we grew up in, everyone knew my mum and people loved her. They thought she had a gorgeous personality. She was always smiling, always chatting, always showing kindness.

Just over ten years ago, once we had all left home, my parents moved closer to my grandfather so they could help him as his health was starting to decline. In the village they now live in, people have come to know and love my mum. She has the same gorgeous personality. People say exactly the same things as they did in my home town – your mum is always smiling, so friendly, so kind.

Yup that’s my mumma! I have so many stories about the people whose lives she has touched, I could easily fill a book about Mumma Bear. We could not have asked for a better example of how to be a gorgeous human being than our Mumma Bear!

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Besides all the work at home, caring for a huge family, Mum did not work for money when we were younger. She wanted to be around for us during our early years. She felt starting work before we were at school would disrupt our development…or something like that. But once my youngest sister Milly had started school, Mumma then decided to go back to nursing. For several years she worked on an endoscopy unit in the nearby hospital.

I remember the very first time she received wages. After years of gratefully accepting hand-ons from other kind families, Mumma wanted to go out and buy us something new. There was a new shop in the local shopping center and they had some beautiful teddybears. Mum bought one for the three of us “little ones”. I must have been ten years old at this time, because Milly was now at school. Mine was a slightly ginger brown. I called my teddy “Max”. Milly had a white bear which she named “Snowy”. Mandy, her more beige brown bear she named “Honey”.

Three bears for three little girls. We were so grateful to Mumma Bear. We all treasured those bears. I still had Max when I left home in my mid-twenties!

That was not the only treat. Mumma Bear really wanted to treat us. She took us to a local restaurant which was famous for their naughty puddings and desserts. I ordered a Banana Split. Milly ordered a knickerbocker-glory. Mandy ordered a salad! A salad…just about the farthest thing from a naughty dessert!

Aaaaah! It’s nice to reminisce over the pages and pages of special memories of those you love. Mumma Bear was the perfect mother to the three little girls, who still think she is one of the sweetest people on the planet.

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Learning From Mumma Bear

  1. Lovely post!

    Last night I was browsing WP and came across a blog by a nurse who works in a Paediatric Intensive Care Unit, and she was sharing in one of her posts how that experience has affected her, but also how much she is dedicated to her work.

    Some people, like you, your mum, the PICU nurse-blogger-person, just get on with it and do it, what is needed of them by others, with such grace, never asking for anything other than perhaps that people stop for a moment to be inspired and pass it on.

    Thank you very much for sharing your mum-memories with us, they’re valuable as you already know.

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    1. Thank you Ursula! I do love writing about my parents 🙂
      Mum did love her job…lots of people were terrified about the procedure they were having and they remember mum helping them to stay calm.
      Nurses do have to have to perform some very difficult tasks. Respect to the whole profession!

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