In many ways Mother’s Day was typical, a nice lunch, a walk, sightings of daffodils and lambs, a bit of indulgence.
We managed to hit two birds with one stone with my hubby cooking both myself and my Mum a roast dinner. It was scrummy and we asked if he could do it more often, he said he would definitely do it again at Christmas and the following Mother’s Day! We played a game of articulate, which was interesting – playing with OAPs and children is challenging.
We then exchanged presents and my daughter had given me lots of presents and lots of cards and was very particular about the order in which I opened them. I actually found it overwhelming and in many ways it was hard for me to accept all this attention. The reason being is that it is great being a Mum, even when you feel like screaming and it feels wrong to be thanked because it is like being thanked for indulging in an expensive lifestyle change that, for the most part, will give you eternal pleasure and amazing memories for years to come.
Mums and Dads who know their children enrich their lives, dont need thanking.
We are the lucky ones.
My Mum once said to me that Mother’s Day was more important than birthdays. I disagree.
But it is nice to cherish those moment when they present you with daffodils wrapped in foil, a handmade card, a painting – a moment in time when they stopped to think about Mum.
Read about the fascinating political, religious and cultural history of Mother’s Day on Wikipedia.
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