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Welcome, thanks and a little more

Good morning and welcome to my new followers – Kendall F. Person, belindacrane and axewane! I’ve always loved waking up to new followers. 

I realised today that, compared to last year, my posts have been quite calm and not exactly thought provoking so I began to think about this. 

Yesterday on my break from work, I decided to watch Supernanny USA. For anyone who is unaware, Supernanny is about a woman – Jo Frost – who goes into peoples’ homes (invited of course) to help them learn to control their misbehaving children and sometimes her help is needed to fix communication problems within a family. Definitely worth a watch if you can, it’s shown on DMAX on Sky channel 144.

This particular episode featured a 25 year old mum of 2 boys who was living at home with her parents and no sign of the boys’ dad. As usual, Jo got to work pretty fast and seemed to be able to reach the family but what struck her was the lack of gratitude the young mother showed towards her parents, who were essentially bringing up these two boys without any help. This angered Jo so much, she took the woman to a homeless shelter to try and let her see just how lucky she was. With this technique not being at all successful, the woman was given a blank desk calendar where she was to write something she was grateful for her parents doing. (Taking a quick break to apologise for my use of the English language, that sentence sounds clumsy.) She reduced her own mum to tears when this young grandmother realised that her daughter did appreciate the help and love showed to her. This is the part that got to me.

All the time, celebrities and non-celebs alike, celebrate and give thanks for their mums. We have Mother’s Day every year, which normally leads to a panic buy because what can you get for someone who not only has everything but is also kind of fussy! But it got me thinking, does my mum realise how much she actually means to me and my sister?

Rachel and Mum always argue. They’re too similar. It doesn’t help that Rachel is a daddy’s girl and so will always jump to his defence when our parents disagree. This leads to mum calling me her favourite and she phones me every day when I’m away at university. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but what do I have to talk about every day? “Yes, today I went to my lectures, no they weren’t different to yesterday’s… Will probably watch a season of 24 in the next 2 days…” But I still would miss her if anything happened to her. The death of a close family friend on Father’s Day reminded us of seven years ago when Mum’s dad died. Both then and now, I don’t think it’s properly sunk in yet. When Papa died, it took me a few months to actually realise what had happened. While the rest of my family are religious, I confess myself on the atheist side of agnostic. This makes it difficult for me when someone dies. The funeral is full of well wishers saying “They’re with God now” or “They’re all partying in Heaven and looking down on us” but these really mean nothing to me. As a result, I tend to dislike funerals and have a strange mourning process. 

Wow that turned depressing really quickly, sorry! Just to finish, I’ll leave you with three suggestions

  1. Watch Supernanny, either the UK or USA version, and enjoy watching a different sort of reality TV
  2. Go to YouTube and listen to Taylor Swift’s Best Day whilst watching the official video – it’s made up of her home videos as she grew up
  3. Maybe read Elsewhere. It was a book I read years ago and plan on rereading over the summer. I’ll let you look into it but it’s basically about life after death.

So with that and a rumbling tummy, I shall go and get some breakfast. Only 4 more sleeps until Ibiza!
Thanks for reading 🙂 and remember to comment below, tweet me or email me! 🙂

Ktkinnes xxx

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