Elton John's Mother Has 'No Interest' In Meeting His New Baby — OUCH!

Thu, April 28, 2011 12:25pm EDT by 1 Comment

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Due to a three-year rift between Elton and his mother, baby Zachary has yet to, and might never, be introduced to his 86-year-old grandma.

What a shame. Sir Elton John, 64, and David Furnish, 48, welcomed their baby boy Zachary, via a surrogate mother, on Christmas Day of last year, but Elton’s mom Sheila Farebrother had no idea they were even expecting!

“He has cut me off completely,” Sheila, 86, tells UK’s The Sun. “It happened three years ago this June. He has had nothing to do with me since then.” Sources explain that a comment Sheila made to Elton’s partner David, 48, is the reason for the family fall out. “I don’t want to go into what caused it,” she adds. “It is a painful subject. My son cut me out of his life for good.”

And now, little Zachary might never get to meet his grandmother. “I have no particular interest really,” Sheila admits of meeting her grandson. Wow, thats a bit harsh!

David’s parents flew from Canada to California to meet the little guy right after his December 25 birth, but Sheila was not invited. She did attend the ceremony for Elton and David’s civil partnership, which might have been the last real time they were together as a complete family.

“I have never had a conversation with him about whether he talks to his mother,” a spokesperson for Elton tells The Sun. “She is a lovely lady but she is 86 and she is frail and old.”

Don’t you think it’s a little bizarre that Sheila has yet to hold her grandson? That’s a grandmother’s favorite job! We hope, for Zachary’s sake, the family can at least try to make amends.

–Leigh Blickley

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DT Hazelrig

Posted at 9:22 PM on November 15, 2011  

I’ve had problems with my mother going back many years. Mine originated and were solved simultaneously. When I first announced to my mother my impending marriage she suggested that perhaps I was “rushing into marriage with the wrong woman” and that she thought I could “do better for myself than [that woman] (her words) if I took some more time to think about my selection”. At this point I placed a finger on her lips and said, “Stop it right there mom. I’ll only tell you this once. If you continue along this line you will not only be unsuccessful but, because I love her more than anything in this world, if you force me to choose between the two of you, you’ll discover quickly that you have ALREADY LOST!”

After this, for the first time in her life, my mother not only shut up but finally began to show respect for me as an adult rather than treating me as the child she saw me as before this exchange. I do not now, nor have I ever for a single moment, regretted my comments and I was so serious that I would still, even 28 years later, exclude her from my life had she not withdrawn her objection.

There comes a time in the life of every adult when they must either cut the apron strings or remain a permanent infant. Frankly, it’s a shame more people don’t have the nerve to tell their parents to go to hell when the need arises. As for myself, I chose to grow up, marry the woman I loved and ultimately told my mother to go to hell rather than give up the most beautiful person (at least, in my eyes) who has ever lived. This woman who is my mother may have given me life but was not going to spend that life with me. My wife, however, did.

While I’m at it here I owe a debt to Elton I would like to take a moment to thank him for (in the unlikely event that he ever reads my poor post.) The first time I heard his album “Madman Across the Water” I was so inspired by it the I simply had to become a singer/songwriter/pianist like him. My love of his music (and Taupin’s lyrics of course) led me first to performance, then on to studio session work. From there the natural progression was to study audio engineering, which (not surprisingly) led me to build my first recording studio. This studio looked beautiful but (alas) was an acoustical nightmare. Being who I am this left me with a burning need to understand the source of my failure and this resulted in my returning to university, gaining for myself degrees in physics, mathematics, and structural engineering thus conferring upon me the educational tools needed for one to design acoustically accurate spaces. Then, quite to my surprise, I discovered that I enjoyed the process of studio design—particularly the design of novel acoustical panels—and so I began to do so for others on a professional basis. In short, in some odd way, my love of Elton’s music had led directly to my becoming a PhD Physicist! This just goes to show you that, sometimes, simple serendipity can lead one to their true calling by means of innumerable interconnections made along life’s roads using Möbius strips for straight edges…

DT Hazelrig

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