My Mum used to tut tut about Mother’s Day when myself and my sisters and brother were little.
‘It’s just commercial, too American,’ she’d say. And look, she had a point for sure.
But celebrating motherhood, and cups of tea in bed, has always sounded good to me. But I hope that we generally enjoy Mother’s Day in a simple, low key way.
We’d had a huge week. The twins turned 8 on Friday and they had a massive bowling and laser party on Saturday. We were all excessed out by today. So simply enjoying the gifts the twins had made at school were joy enough.
I was completely thrilled with the notes that the little darlings had written in their cards. Can’t think of higher praise… thrilled!
And this picture drawn by Rusty Rocket is just the bees knees.
‘It’s the story of the day you were swimming in the sea and you saw the shark underneath you,’ he told me.
So it is. And yes, indeed, so I did!
Well, that brought back a startling memory. (Don’t panic, it was a grey nurse shark, and swimming in the opposite direction. Whew.)
How splendiferous to get thanks on paper for cooking dinners. Something that RARELY happens at the dinner table.
The teenagers were pretty helpful round the house. I’d asked them just to go for a wee bushwalk with me today, but we never quite got round to that. Held in trust.
Happy Mother’s Day,
