Mum is back home

Postcard showing various scenes of Selkirk, from the rugby club to a statue of Fletcher, and the famous giant hamster clinging to the side of a shop

Mum is home now. In Selkirk, in case you hadn’t guessed. I got a text this morning from Jenni (sister) to say that Mum had been turfed out of her ward into another as they needed her bed. She was then picked up by her cousin and driven home.

Now, what Mum really needs is to rest. And not do any pastoral courses, or prayer days. Which is not to say that pastoral courses are a bad thing, or prayer days for that matter. But not yet. Not three days after a major operation. (I really hope Mum’s reading this!) But Mum was adamant that she’d see how she felt in the morning.

One reason that Mum really wants to go on the pastoral course is that she’s been told that if she doesn’t attend all the meetings then she’ll not get her certificate. Which makes me cross on two grounds.

First, how pastorally sensitive is that?! Mum is recovering from a major operation. It can take the best part of a week for the anaesthetic to leave her system, so I’ve been told. The last thing she needs is to feel pressured to attend a course just so that she can get her certificate at the end.

Which leads me to my second point: it annoys me that so often the Church (pick a denomination) fails to acknowledge the experience that someone has before they offer themselves for any kind of recognised Christian ministry (the dreaded ‘M-word’ that was banned at theological college). As though only things done or learned in the Church are valid, and that forty years of nursing, or social work, or insert list here doesn’t count. It’s only recently that the Scottish Episcopal Church has started to acknowledge someone’s previous career in the Red Book (the annual SEC directory). It’s a good start, but it seems to me that there’s a long way to go yet. I wish that the Churches’ structures wouldn’t disempower people quite as easily as they can.

So, tomorrow is going to be fun as I try to convince Mum to rest. I was going to go down to Selkirk today, but instead I went to bed, I was so exhausted. I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. Where have I heard that before?

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 52 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Enneagram type FOUR and introvert (INFP), I am a non-stipendiary priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir, play guitar, play mahjong, write, draw and laugh… Scrum master at Safeguard Global; latterly at Sky and Vision/Cegedim. Former web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and previously warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall.

4 thoughts on “Mum is back home”

  1. Gareth, you said:

    So, tomorrow is going to be fun as I try to convince Mum to rest. I was going to go down to Selkirk today, but instead I went to bed, I was so exhausted. I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. Where have I heard that before?

    I was online at about 11.30pm last night and checked my e-mail. Through the wonders of RSS, Mozilla Thunderbird also brought me up to date with your blog. Then I went to bed. This morning I was up at 6.45am, due to the wonders of a young daughter, and checked my e-mail again. During the night you had posted seven entries to your blog. And I see from that you were still listening to music at 3am…

    Perhaps you aught to convince yourself to rest too?


  2. Such is the wonder of insomnia. Having slept for about 4-5 hours in the afternoon, I just couldn’t get to sleep.

    So I caught up with some blogging and reading, in the knowledge that Thursday is my day off and therefore gives me an opportunity to rest more.

    Thanks for the concern. And the slightly scary stalker antics! 😉


  3. 1. It wasn’t a major operation.
    2. I had a really relaxing day @ Whitchester. Course 10am- 12noon. Lovely lunch cooked for me, followed by a nice snooze in the conservatory. Course 2-4pm. Driven home by Christine Hill. Not too hectic at all!
    3. Survived today’s prayer day. Nice visit from Rebecca, Eddie & Owen. Jenni did the cooking. This is the life!
    Try resting Gareth – Love Mum xxx

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