This Sunday we will once again celebrate Mother’s Day. We will honour mothers who have borne offspring and those who have adopted a child or who have a maternal relationship with another human being. Motherhood is a grand and mysterious state – one which we may never fully comprehend.

I have often written about women, many of whom were mothers, who have achieved fame in their lifetime. This time, my story is a little different. I would like to tell you a story about a mother who, during over nine decades on earth, did not become famous, did not seek the limelight for herself, and did not do anything outstanding which will go down in history and about which future generations will read.  Nonetheless, she was very special. Her name was Eleanor, but she was always called Nora.

Nora was born in 1909 in England into a middle-class family. Her own mother was a pragmatic, no-nonsense woman who bore and raised six children with little emotion or fuss. On the other hand, her father was kind, soft-hearted when necessary and always had a twinkle in his eye. He adored his two daughters and four sons.

Nora worshipped her father and was intensely proud of his achievements. He was one of Sir Isaac Pitman (of shorthand fame)’s first students and went on to become Private Secretary to Lord Lonsdale in London. Nora was content to bask in her father’s glory and was proud of his own writings. He read extensively, loved the written word and wrote many short pieces for the newspapers, which Nora cut out, saved and pasted in a scrapbook. Nora’s father died when she was only 18 and her heart was broken.  Two years later, she met the love of her life and was married one day after her 21^st birthday.

One of Nora’s brothers was an artist of note. Again, her pride knew no bounds. Much of his artwork adorned her walls. Another brother had a penchant for acting. Although he never took it up professionally, his talents were incredible. Nora often recalled how this brother would go to one of the early movie houses to see a film (black and white and silent in those days) and then come home and act out the whole drama for the rest of the family. When “talkies” came in, he would do the same thing, imitating each actor and repeating the lines of the movie word for word.

Nora’s own talents often went unnoticed because she wanted it that way. She would never seek the limelight for herself and much preferred boasting about her family. Not many people, for instance, knew she was an accomplished, self-taught pianist, but when in later life her eldest daughter and later both her granddaughters enjoyed music and played the piano, Nora was thrilled. The acting talent also came out in one of those grand-daughters and again Nora’s pride was paramount.

One grandson began to draw at age six and his passion for art and obvious talent was very apparent. Nora pointed out that both he and his great-uncle artist were left-handed and said it with a smugness that made it seem that it was a foregone conclusion the grandson would inherit that artistic talent!

Nora was also an accomplished dressmaker and embroiderer and could do incredible things with knitting needles and crochet hooks.  But she never boasted of these talents. Neither of her daughters inherited this skill in any great way, which might have been a disappointment to her, but she never said as much! She would be delighted to know that one of her granddaughters is now knitting up a storm!

The piano playing oldest daughter showed her talents in hair design, flowers, gardening and the simple pleasures of being a mother. That was more than enough for Nora.  The other daughter also became a mother, a journalist and an author of many books. This delighted Nora who always maintained that her long-deceased father had a hand in the writing part.

Nora’s husband was a successful businessman, but again Nora was content to merely stay in the background while, at the same time, being her husband’s right hand, helping where necessary and being proud of all his accomplishments.  She was basically a simple woman who was satisfied with her life and all the pleasures it brought her.  Although she enjoyed the lifestyle her husband’s position offered them, she would have been just as content to live more modestly. She was “happy in her own skin” and I admired that quality about her, above all else.

She never cared about appearances, even her own. Her daughters often despaired over her lack of interest in material things. She wore little or no make-up and didn’t like to “fuss” over clothes.  She was what she was, but even into her 90s, her skin was soft and wrinkle-free, and her hair was a thick, lustrous silver. She was simply a mother who loved her family and basked in all their successes.

She created, she nurtured, and she protected her own with a fierce passion. She was the ultimate mother. Always ready to listen, always there when needed, always a calming influence in times of stress. Her favourite expressions were “always think positively” and “this too will pass.” She had a strong faith in God and believed that life always worked out the way He planned it for us. “If it’s meant to be, it will be,” she was often quoted as saying.

In later life, she lost her hearing, suffered three strokes, endured the agony of arthritis and many of the indignities of old age, but she rarely complained to her caregivers.

How do I know so much about this lady? I know because she was my mother and early on the evening of the 13^th day of January 2005 she passed away peacefully, surrounded by her family who loved her.

I know we were fortunate to have her with us for so long – but when it is your mother, it is never long enough. I will always miss her wise counsel, her unconditional love and her warm hugs.

She left an enormous hole in our family for she was one of a kind. Life has never been quite the same without her for any of us.

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone! May you all be blessed with a mother like mine.