Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Postum, Bread and Mum

I used to suffer from terrible bouts of asthma as a child.

The attacks were so bad, that I mercifully have blocked the finer details from memory. My mother, ever so lovingly would stay up all night, keeping watch and desperately try to get her youngest child to breathe. My father could never stay awake nor provide comfort. He would drift into a deep, snore-filled slumber. My brother, bless his heart, tried his best but he was just a kid and would often pass out into a well deserved sleep (the responsibility of looking after his little sister while Mum worked her shifts, fell on his capable young shoulders).

Anyone could tell that it was absolute heartbreak for Mum to witness her child suffer so, as it would be for any mother. She never thought much of her own varied health ailments, let alone the exhaustion of: running a household, raising two children, dealing with the foibles of married life and extended kin all whilst delving daily into the rigors of the nursing home where forlorn patients looked to her, for the same kind of comfort she gave us at home.

My Mum was amazing, to say the least. She put others first, regardless of what else was on her plate. I fondly recall her bringing me a cup of Postum and a slice of bread, whenever asthma reared its cruel head. She'd break off pieces of the bread, dip them into the piping hot cup and feed me. She'd blow the cup to cool down the Postum and then lift the cup to my mouth for a sip. I'd struggle to lift my head from the pillow, it's hard to eat when you cannot breathe. But those cups of Postum and slices of bread alongside Mum's sweet face were the balm for my aching lungs and saddened spirit.

I'm now at the age where I'm somewhat of a mum to my Mum. Reflecting back on all these memories, it's a strange, sad and beautiful reality all at once.


  1. It's great to hear to hear about good mother and daughter relationships.

  2. Thank you for that. Cheers! :)

  3. I love hearing your stories about your Mum. I grew up in Canada about the same time as you but I live in the USA now. Reading this blog is a great way to reconnect. God bless you and your Mum!

  4. Aww thanks so much Mimi! :) Love reading your comments. Bless YOU my dear!


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