Moses and Mothers Day

It was mothers day. Moses came out of the burning bush. He told her to stay put. It was Mothers Day and he would have to go and visit his mother. She would be cross if he didn't show up. She would think he didn't love her. One year he took her two loaves and five little fishes. 'What the feckin hell do you suppose I should do with these?' she asked. She didn't seem very grateful he thought. 'I thought we could have fish finger sandwiches, my favourite', he replied. 'And I thought as its mothers day you would take me to Aarons restaurant for a proper meal like all the other mothers' she cried. 'I am sorry' he said remorsefully, 'I will make it up to you next year' and he gave her a hug. He thought she was ungrateful if truth be known. He had lugged that feckin stone for miles across the desert and he had inscribed  'Happy Mothers Day love from Moses' on it. There was blood, sweat and tears on that stone. He did however make small allowances because she did suffer with melancholy quite bad some times. So bad he didn't want to spend time with her. He didn't realise that she was melancholy because she didn't have her son in her life much anymore. Many years passed. He was soooo busy with stuff he didn't realise how much time had past-infact he had been in the wilderness past forty days. But now he set off, across the hot dry wilderness. He took his mother some Manna and Banana loaf from heaven, (her favourite), a much easier stone to carry with Mothers day carved into, (she had given herself a hernia lifting the last one onto the mantle shelf) and he got her a couple of little lizards to keep as pets. What mother doesn't want a lizard on mothers day for a pet? He got to the sea and he said his magic words and waved one of the lizards about for a bit and then he got a boat and went to the other side. When he got to his mothers house it was Christmas Eve. But, alas, sadness awaited him. His mother had died three years before .Moses was bereft. He knew he wouldn't see her again now. He thought of all the things his mother did for him, not just when he was growing up but as a young man and a married man. All the times she helped him when he didn't have a stone to put in the gas meter or enough stones to pay the rent. All the school plays she sat through and laughed and clapped- even then he made out he could he part the sea. He thought about all the times she tucked him up in his little basket made of reeds and all the times she sat stitching his fig leaves back together when he had carelessly torn them.  All the times she nursed when he was sick and all he needed was a miracle. It was she got all the stones together for him to go theology school. She had scrimped and saved. And he neglected her. Some years he forgot mothers day. Some years he forgot her birthday. Some years he was just plain mad at her for taking time out to care for herself or making him stand on his own two feet. Sometimes she had said no and because of this he was cross with her. But now she was gone. She was old and alone and needed her son but he never replied to the pigeons she sent with the notes- come and see your old mother son before it's too late. He was always to busy in that damn burning bush. The moral of the story is- You only get one mother. She is the one who puts her life on the line bringing you into the world and many times after that. She is the one who lies awake at night worrying over you, holding and protecting you. She is the one that guides you with loving care and neglects her own needs into the bargain. She needs you as her age progresses and her health deteriorates. Even when she has had to make you stand on your own two feet she never stops loving you. Her love is endless and unconditional. Go and give your mum some love. Not just on Mothers Day- but all through each and every year. A neglected mother hurts sooooo much and one day she will gone and you will never replace her. Go on- give her a hug!