Happy Mother's Day to everyone out there! Well ok I think I'm late. Maybe by a day, two days, or a whole year, I'm not sure.. to be honest I've forgotten the date for Mother's Day. Sigh.. too many things for a forgetful one to remember. Anyway, for today's entry, I read an old Mother's Day book that me and my siblings decorated once, a long long long long time ago, and came across this line..
' God created mothers because he could not be everywhere'
I think it's a lovely line, so I've been thinking about my own mother.. and personally I think she had to be a saint, along with my grandmother, for actually keeping me this long. Sure, I was an easy enough baby ( they said I slept most of the time so no trouble) but being lazy and forgetful and often whiny and hot-tempered, I think I made the most trouble during my kid-to-teenage years. And now I'm still lazy, though not hot-tempered, and I've hurt my own mother more times than would be qualified as nice. ( I'm surprised Santa Claus hasn't sent me a bag of poisonous snakes yet. Oh well, I'm still keeping the anti-venom just in case) Yet she still manages to keep a happy face, even though I still disappoint her. She flares up a lot and she still does, getting frustrated because she's a very fussy person, and also because I'm not a very tidy one. I really wonder why she can still stand me, and still makes an effort to be cheerful when I actually do tidy up something, or do something like wash the dishes or hang the clothes.
Hm, well given that little tribute to my mother, I also wonder about something else. Where does the love we had as a child go to? We used to adore everything.. mummy, daddy, butterflies, cats, dogs, ninja turtles and GI Joes and just about everything. Girls ( ok not all of them maybe) think about being nurses, princesses waiting for their prince in shining armour, models, and boys think about being soldiers, doctors, and said princes in shining armour. When we grow old the idea of being a lawyer, politician, bank manager, guy/girl who looks busy in a cubicle, or Director of the Board of Fancy Names for People Who Have Grand Titles But Don't Do Anything sounds a lot more attractive. And we lose appreciation for things around us, for people who do things for us, or who take care of us. Where does all of it go to? Perhaps it goes to our drive to make more money, invest in stocks, rise in position, gather fame and popularity, work toward an ideal we might not really understand, '" For the Greater Good" or for fun, laughter, peace and joy ( which also tends to disappear when we lose our interest in things) . Or it goes to a new child somewhere, who becomes blissfully innocent and naive, but is a lot happier not knowing anything than us mature, intelligent adults will ever be knowing everything around us. Knowledge is power, but it's not always a good thing. When you know there's poverty and that everyone could potentially be a cheat, and that war is a disease and that taxes are rising and that honour and glory are just words people throw around to get other people to kill for them, and that Santa Claus is a story made up by scheming marketing industries everywhere to get you to waste your precious funds which will also be heavily taxed and fined and scrutinised so you don't take home any more than 50% of what you really earn, that pretty looking daisy doesn't seem as important anymore, and neither does dancing around it seem useful, or make any sense. So I'm not really a fan of those ' power learning' techniques where you play Mozart to a pregnant woman to make her child smarter, or make them take special courses meant to boost their learning speed so they can discuss the effect of Bush's policies on the US economy and environment by the time they're 5, and when they hit 12 they get a Master's in political science or business but can't name the ninja turtles, or even know who spongebob is. Or recall a moment where they didn't have a care in the world.
Freak, I've turned even Mother's Day into a political debate. ARGHHHHH KILL ME!!!
Well anyway happy Mother's Day!
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