A Mother's love

This lovely article appeared recently in St Jerome's CPS newsletter and with their permissoon we are sharing it here! If your school would like us to share a story or somthing that may be useful for other parents, please feel free to send it through- we love to hear about all the wonderful things that are happenig in our school communities!

My oldest son, who is almost 27, wasn’t feeling well. When I texted him to see how he was doing he said “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Rubbish!

Apparently, he doesn’t know how the system works.

Basically, it goes like this. Our kids are born. And we start worrying. Actually, we start worrying even before they are born.

And it never ends. NEVER. Not when they are ten or twenty or 28 years, nine months and twelve days. Dinosaur mums probably worried about their three-hundred-year-old dinosaur children.

We worry when they go to daycare and kindergarten, primary & secondary school; when they find a job or go to TAFE or Uni. We worry when they are sick or unhappy. We worry when they don’t text us back. We worry they might get their hearts broken. We worry when there’s a pandemic and when there’s no pandemic. We worry that they might be cold or hungry. And on and on and on!

So my dear son, it’s super nice of you to tell me that I don’t have to worry about you. But until I take my last breath on this earth, I will be your mum. Which means I will worry.

PS- When I get to Heaven, I will worry from there too.