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Sunday, 30 May 2010

The Love of a mother.

I brought you into the world with joy and nestled your sleepy head against my breast.

I laughed with joy, when you took your first faltering steps

I clapped when you first spoke.

I cried when I left you for that first day at primary school.

I was so proud when you brought your picture of a tree and the sun, home.

I was terrified that first day that you left home to catch your bus to Big school, but hugged you for ages when you arrived home that day.

I was relieved when you passed most of your GCSE's.

I was immensely proud of you when you landed your first job.

I am so worried that you have left your job through depression.

I am heartbroken that you won't talk to me, and blame me for being the cause of your woes. I don't know what I have done wrong.

Please, my lovely daughter, do not shut out your grand parents, your brother, and friends.

I love you but don't know what to do. My heart is breaking.

A precis of a heart rending conversation I had tonight.


  1. I find this extremely touching. Dare I say not all mothers love their children?

    Depression is a hell of a thing and the right help is hard to find. So many 'therapists' go in for the 'it must stem from your childhood' approach.

    My sympathies with those concerned.

  2. Horrible.

    I hope I never have to go through this.

    If it helps, my heart is with you.

    Life is shit, mostly, all we can do is react, and hopefully,we will do that well.


  3. Thankyou both for your kind words. It's a friend who is going through this.


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