It's worth a thought

During the holidays we buried my mum – and now she is asleep until Jesus comes back.

Some of my earliest memories of my Mum are about her being both warm and loving and at the same time I remember ‘corrective action’ was required, and you were reminded that you had strayed from the path that leads to good choices. As a parent my mother seemed to avoid those twin evils of using it too much or not using it at all.

One time I left home in anger and I wasn’t coming back. I was aged about 10 or 11. That night she came looking for me. I saw her car driving up and down the roads trying to find me. That’s the kind of love that makes your heart ache. As you get older you realise what your mum has done for you.

For quite a few years my childhood home was an emergency accommodation centre for young, neglected and abused children. The police vehicle would often arrive and deposit some poor kid and they would stay for a day, overnight or sometimes up to 6-8 weeks. I can recall all sorts of traumas that were experienced by these children and many of them endured extremely challenging situations. Some were only months old, others were anywhere up to the age of 12, and these were the troubled kids that my mum welcomed into our home to give some love to.

There was the girl that was brought to the front verandah of our home by two large policeman and it required all their strength to hold the writhing, kicking, screaming bundle of humanity that was deposited into my mother’s arms. The policeman then beat a hasty retreat muttering something about fixing the paperwork up later. I remember the girl trying to punch and kick Mum who, at 5’ in her stockings, had wrapped her arms around her telling her it was going to be all right. I also recall the young kid who when leaving our home cried ‘I want that mummy’. And once again as a teenager you realise that your mum must be pretty good. It’s a thought that doesn’t always come naturally to young people, so can I suggest that you thank your mum for all she has done - while you have the opportunity.

I, and my siblings, believe we got lucky cause you don’t actually get to choose your mother – and we maintain we were, and are, blessed. Mum and Dad stayed together for almost 65 years. We were blessed cause that doesn’t happen as much these days.

Finally, as a kid we lived in a smaller valley that was part of the larger Hunter Valley which was bush with a creek flowing through it. I remember I could be on the far side of the valley and I would hear Mum ring the bell, which was the signal that tea was ready. I now look back and think of our Mum faithfully getting our meals ready and then ringing the bell to call us home. The bell is silent now and Mum is asleep but one day soon when Jesus returns we will enjoy meals and time together once more.

It’s worth a thought.


Mark B Vodell