“At the heart of every family tradition is a meaningful experience.”
Lucius is quite close with his mother. Despite the harsh nature that is usually associated with the Sacred 28, Lucius considers his mother to be one of the most elegant and loving women he has ever known. Albeit, strict. As a child, one of his fondest memories is of his mother brushing his blond hair. She taught him to be polite, even to those that he may not think deserve it because you never know what sort of connections you’ll need down the line. She also taught him to always stand-up straight, greet everyone with a smile (even if it’s a fake smile), take charge whenever possible, and to be well-versed in the traditions of the family.
Rosalyn & Marlene McKinnon. Under cut due to length.
- at the age of three, my mom showed me how to put on my lipstick. she dressed me up in one of her old gowns, combed my hair and helped into a pair of her old heels. she watched me stomp around the house and walk around chanting, “look, i’m mommy!”
with that, she started my love for dressing up and pampering myself. dress up games were followed by spa days, then shopping sprees and days of standing in front of a mirror as i practiced my smiles. she taught me the value of my reflection, not because a girl’s job was to look pretty, but because taking care of myself it was an act of self love.
- at the age of six, my mom saw me sitting on the grass with teary eyes as i watched my brothers play a game of quidditch, one i wasn’t allowed to join. she pulled me aside and brought me into the kitchen; handed me a bowl, a spoon and a bag full of chocolate chips and then taught me how to make my favorite cookies. then she watched me sit down in the middle of the living room, a plate full of warm chocolate chip cookies resting on my lap as i smirked at my brothers, deciding wether or not sharing was the right option.
with that, she started teaching how to be a strong girl. she taught me a way to no longer depend on my brothers for entertainment, taught me i was capable of doing things on my own an enjoying myself. showed me that even if at times it might not feel like it, i was just a strong as matthew, marshall or mitchell- heck, i was even stronger.
- at the age of nine, i found my mom sitting on the porch with tears streaming down her face as my dad spoke to my grandpa inside. “you’re a disgrace”, he’d say as my daddy tried getting him to leave. i sat by mommy and place my hand in hers, as much as i wanted to ask what grandpa meant by that, i stayed silent and cuddled into her, hugging her as tight as i could while wishing her tears away.
later i watched as my mommy stood up, placing a kiss on my forehead before walking back inside and closing the door behind her, keeping me out. as curious as i was, i stuck my head to the closest window and watched as she took my daddy’s hand and spoke to my grandpa calmly. he didn’t look happy but he listened silently for a bit before saying his farewells and leaving.
with that, my mom taught it was okay to cry. breaking down didn’t signify weakness, not if after you calmed down you stood up straighter than before and fought for what you loved. my mom taught my being vulnerable and hurting was okay. she taught me to draw strength from my pain, from my fears; she showed me just how strong of a woman she was and how brave of a woman i could be.
"Do not throw away your heart. Keep your heart. Your heart is all that matters."
Ted couldn’t ask for a better mother if he tried. Loving, determined, smart, sympathetic... there had never been a better combination of traits put into one woman as they were with Corrine. Ted leaned on his mother a lot during his first year at Hogwarts. He had gone through some problems in primary school with racism, and they seemed to come back again with his Muggleborn status. Corrine made Ted strong, and she made him strong by getting him to tap into his optimism. She told him that she had never regretted looking on the positive side of things because if you lost, at least you tried. If you succeeded, you gained confidence in yourself. Being pessimistic lead to you drag your feet, she said, and if you drag your feet and succeed, you mark it off as chance or luck. If you drag your feet and fail, you blame yourself for trying.
This is a spontaneous task I put together quickly before heading out. Since it is Mother’s Day in the U.S. of A., I thought it would be great to get an insight into the relationships and characteristics of the mothers of your muses! For this task, you create a moodboard or aesthetic board that shows either your muse’s mother and her characteristics, or a moodboard/aesthetic board of the relationship between your muse and their mother. Feel free to also include a short description of the above. I’m not looking for anything specific here--just an exploration of mothers and those relationships! Do what you think works!
As always, tasks can be done at any time and are completely optional, albeit highly encouraged! Please tag as Fortunate:task001!
“Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.”
Sanura is the one who found Gaspard--whose name was Rene at the time. Usually, when picking a child for adoption, Sanura and her husband, Nestor, would pick together and discuss it and both meet the child. This was not the case for Gaspard. Because of the time-sensitivity of the matter and Sanura’s worry about losing track of the boy the police didn’t know quite what to do with, Nestor didn’t meet Gaspard before his adoption. Though, Sanura and him spoke on the phone about the issue. Because of this, Sanura has been something of a savor in his mind. He is very close with her. Sanura built her family on the foundation of intellect, uniqueness, and self-honesty. She is someone that Gaspard greatly admires.
her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.
