Monday, October 29, 2007

mama am coming home

Since long time, when I was about 13, (13 again ? I think about 13 toomuch these days), I heard for the first time Ozzy Osburne singing MAMA AM COMIN HOME, and I was living with my familly and my mom offcource was there and she liked the song too (she is an ex-fan of Jacque Brel, Yeve Montant, Pierre Bachlet, Edit Piaf, and others, but she I think she quit hearing and enjoying songs since more than 15 years), anyway....I liked that song of Ozzy Osbern when my mom was living with me, now , it is since 2002 and I didnot see my mother (just for 2 months in 2004), and it seems that we will meet in the coming months....and that song ..of Ozzy...is in my mind....yeah...unfortunately I don't have the song here now...but it is in my mind....always...these days....
I was going to my room after a day of work that rendered my mind dizzy, when I saw throught the window these three cats playing with their mother...(we are three , me and my 2 sisters, were called by names of cats by my mom before, me was MENE, my old sister was MINO, and the youngest sister is MENETTE), and I saw how that small cat was jumping over their mother and biting her and she bit them in her turn in a great joy of play.....I remembered when someday at the start of school me and my old sister got some insects in our scalp, head lice (in arabic called GAMUL) my mother was so angry and distressed and every day she let us put our head on her thigh while whe search our head for these insects and put some drugs given by doctor...and we really like that...even after that insects gone, (actually they are not insects maybe they are type of parasites), we always complaint to our mother about some itching in our head so that she let us sleep on her thighs....
Mom I really miss you.....














12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kinda sad, in a way...that to get your mom's attention like you wanted involved....eeewww, like, l i c e or something...? But at the same time, it is a sweet story all the same. i loved the pictures of the momma cat and her kittens...but now, of course, i am going to worry about them...! i will have to find that song you mentioned, it sounds really good. hope you are well, prayers, t.

Anonymous said...

So, Dr. El Bedri, you are Mene? That is so sweeet...i hope you get to see your mom really soon, you must miss her soooo much, i am sorry she doesn't enjoy the music any more...is because of sadness...? is that too personal? i am sorry to ask if it is, it is just that "enjoy the music" sounds a bit like being happy. take good care, t.

willbdone said...

I love how certain songs leave such an impression that they take us back so specifically to a place in time when we heard it. It's almost like time travel...


Glad to hear you will be seeing your mother soon. I think it will do you well to be near someone who loves you dearly.

But hopefully no KAMUL visitors this time ;) We had an experience with something like that in our household, and my girls had the opposite reaction that you did with your mom. They hated me because I had to keep pulling and tugging at their hair to get the lice out...lol

saminkie said...

yeah Tracy am mene, said in a french accent...i don't think my mom would like to talk about her too much here but Tracy you are clever and you noticed that she doesn't enjoy music...
headlice...yeah...headlice..those were nice days in my life it remembers me of the song: "those were the days my freind" but i will twist the lyrics and say :" those were the days my friend, the itching never ends...and head lice sucks..the blood out of our head"..how nice...thank you Tracy for your nice comments

saminkie said...

willbdone am almost sure that when they will get older they will miss these days...being in our mothers (i don't know if you are your mother or father) but anyway..being in a parent lap (lap?) am not that good in english but i mean in his/her arms..is so nice..and we all miss that when we get older... and many neurotic diseases are just a belonging to these warm wellcomeing arms...and hugss..
thank you for your comment..

Anonymous said...

Dear Dr El Bedri,

i just found out my son has the song " Mama, I'm Coming Home", on "The Essential Ozzy Osbourne" 2-CD set on the second disc....yeah, now i can hear your song, thanks to my son, Sam...kind of like your name. i will think of you and your mom when i hear it.

take good care, t.

ps Sam helped me write this...!

willbdone said...

I am a mother of four, but I like having a name that noone can tell if I'm a man or woman...Most of the time I love my job, but I do have moments when I am like that momma cat. Ha!

I'm reminded of the studies I've heard about that illustrate how critical human touch is. If a newborn is deprived of human contact and touch, they do not thrive.

I hope your mother can find joy again through music.

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saminkie said...

dear Tracy did you like that song?tell my greetings to Sam and am glad i have a name like his, I like my name cause it is used by many cultures...

saminkie said...

dear willbdone, in 1958 a psychologist (or may be he was a psychiatrist) name Harry Harlow made an experiement, he sudstituted a surragate mother made from wire or clothe for the real mother of a monkey. the infant monkey preffered the cloth-covered surrogate mothe, which provided contact comfort, to the wire-covered surrogate which provided food but no contact comfort...so he concluded that contact comfort is more important than food...thanks for your care..

saminkie said...

dear willbdone, in 1958 a psychologist (or may be he was a psychiatrist) name Harry Harlow made an experiement, he sudstituted a surragate mother made from wire or clothe for the real mother of a monkey. the infant monkey preffered the cloth-covered surrogate mothe, which provided contact comfort, to the wire-covered surrogate which provided food but no contact comfort...so he concluded that contact comfort is more important than food...thanks for your care..

Anonymous said...

Dear Dr. El Bedri,

i remember that study from college and even remember watching an old video of parts of the experiment...it was sad. So why, at least here in the US, are psychiatrists so "touch me not"? My internest certianly isn't that way, he always shakes my hand and has even hugged me a couple of times (in a most professional manner, of course). Must be that stupid transferrance thing again. i mean, i'm not expecting a hug, of course, but gee....
i haven't had the chance to listen to the song yet, but you can be assured that i will. Could you tell by the exacting way Sam told you where the song is located, that is one of the signs of his Asperger's...? He likes to be very precise like that. Thank you for your greeting to him, i will pass it along.
blessings, t.