A Model Mother
Posted on Friday, October 30th, 2009 at 8:49 am
I’ve just started reading a biography of the artist Marc Chagall. He was the oldest of nine children, living in Russia at the start of the twentieth century. It was his mother, who against the odds, got her son into school where Chagall’s interest and desire in becoming an artist was born. It was again his mother, who listened to her son’s calling and took him along to a school of painting where Chagall was identified as having artistic talent and promptly enrolled as a pupil.
For a young Jewish man (still in his teens) living in a Russian town during this period to declare he wanted to pursue a career as an artist would have been totally unfathomable to his mother. Thanks to her maternal instinct, her belief in her son’s conviction, her courage and love and respect for her son, she did everything she could to support his aspirations and Chagall went on to become one of the most successful artists of the twentieth century. She certainly sounds an admirable character and the kind of mother we all need and should strive to be!
Everyone wants the best for their children, for them to accomplish and achieve their dreams. As a parent, it can’t be easy to watch them struggle at times or to see them pursue something far removed from what you might have liked or hoped for them to do. It’s difficult for parents and grandparents to live in different cities or countries from their children, as is now more and more common among families. I imagine it can be challenging accepting certain lifestyle choices that your children make or observing their relationships with people you find it hard to warm to. Yet it’s these very challenges that I think define parenthood.
Chagall’s mother is a testament to what good parenting can achieve. Giving encouragement, support and respect to our children, whilst allowing them to create their own destiny. I was reminded of this extract from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet:
‘Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, and yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, not tarries with yesterday’.
My son and I are going to a 1st birthday party today. There are quite a number of first birthdays around this time, due to the friends I’ve made with similarly aged babies to my son. Then there’s Christmas not so far away…… Choosing gifts for children can be difficult or maybe it’s just my own inexperience. With such a bewildering array of toys for children, it can be hard to pick out something.
We just got back from a week’s holiday with my family – parents, brothers, sister-in-laws, niece, nephews, aunt etc. There were 13 of us in total and we’d rented a big house by the sea in Cornwall. With family members living in France, Italy and England, we don’t have the opportunity to be together very often and it’s even more rare that we are all in the same place for as long as a week. We were celebrating lots of significant birthdays/age milestones and thought it would be good to organise a holiday to celebrate the birthdays and spend some proper time together.


I still remember the upsetting phone conversation where I was told my grandmother’s death was imminent. That was nine years ago when I was living in Italy. I’d had the conversation at a phone box on the street and came back to the flat barely able to fight back the tears. One of my flatmates, Steve, gave me a hug and said some nice words but then his next suggestion took me aback. He told me I should do some cleaning. A moment later, both of us had cleaning supplies out and were cleaning parts of the flat that had never been cleaned before. Strange as it may sound, it was the best possible way to spend my time and really helped me focus on something, so as not to sit and dwell on the sad news I’d just received.
Children can be expensive little treasures. You don’t need me to tell you about the wealth of temptations out there which encourage you to spend. Then there’s the small day-to-day things that all add up, like the lattes for your walks around the park…..