Back in 1988 a song was released called "I Would Walk 500 Miles" by The Proclaimers.
I absolutely hated it, and of course they played it to death when it first came out. Every time it came on I would make a derisive comment and my husband (at the time) would turn it up and sing it at the top of his lungs just to stir me. My two sons bought into the driving Mother nuts thing so 'my boys' gave me grief whenever that song played. It didn't help, I still hated that song.
Life happened, we got divorced and then, years later ex husband got cancer.
My younger son, who lives in the US too, rushed over to Australia to see his Dad and stayed with my older son. They had a bit of a party one night, as Aussies are prone to do and at 1am here in Houston, my phone rang and three very intoxicated men were singing that darn song for all they were worth down the phone to me. I got all teary and that song suddenly rose to an exalted level in our family.
Sadly, ex husband passed away a few months later.
Tonight, Mother's Day eve, my younger son called, not for Mother's Day cause he lives in the US so he should call tomorrow but because he was partying at a friend's house and THAT song came on and our family tradition is now that whenever you hear that song one must call Mother no matter what time it is and sing it as much out of tune, and as loudly as possible to her. Who would ever have thought that this song, of all songs, would end up bringing me so much joy.
Such are the most precious things in life.
Happy Mother's Day from one very happy Mum to all other mothers.