The Mother of all days to celebrate
WITH Mothering Sunday almost upon us, I felt it would be quite poignant to use my column to let my own dear mother know just how much I love her and how much I appreciate her. And in the greatest act of chivalry that I could muster, I thought I would hand my beloved column over to her, so that she can have her say. So, without any further ado, I give you Mrs P. P. Webster, my mum. celebration of Mother’s Day. I’m the mother of two great sons who have looked out for me since their dad died more than 20 years ago. Like all mothers of sons, we’ve had our ups and downs – more downs than ups in Webbo’s case. We came to Ashford from London in 1967 and moved to Stanhope. My oldest son Mark was five and Webbo just three. Mark went straight to school and Webbo to playschool – for just one day. He really didn’t like it and for the teachers’ sanity, I never took him back. Like most mothers in those days we were “working mums” and my first job was working at Energens (RHM). As my husband came home from work, I went out. That worked out well for everyone, but how I hated those crispbreads! Then I went to work on the fields and I was pathetic at it. Potatoes or strawberries, I don’t know which was worse. One day the farmer caught me “picking” the strawberries with nail scissors – needless to say, the farmer wasn’t impressed and I didn’t earn very much at that one. I did several jobs as the boys grew up, fitting in with the school hours and it worked out quite well. I apologise on a weekly basis to my daughters-in-laws for my sons’ lack of DIY skills and, to the boys credit, they both married girls very capable in that department. We do our best to guide our children as they grow up and hope and pray that they get there. I am very proud of my sons and I am sure all you Mums out there feel the same. So let’s give ourselves a pat on the back and I wish you all a very happy Mother’s Day.