This weekend many of us shall be celebrating all things “mumsy”. Love and thanks not just for the wonderful ever-deserving mothers, but to all the women who have touched our hearts, loved us, taken care of us, kissed grazed knees and cheeks and told us that it really will be alright when deep down, we know it won’t.
Some of us have great relationships with our mothers and take them to do fun things such as collect prescriptions, drop them off at the Odeon and take them to Aldi.
I speak to mine every day and she is a huge part of my life. She has endured much heartache losing my father and brother, yet still gets out of bed every morning and never leaves the house without her “face on”. When I have a “can’t be arsed stay in bed” day, I feel terribly guilty. She is full of life and loves to travel, dance, read and cuddle and is great at sewing buttons on school shirts. The advice she dishes out is always wise and in all my years, she has never once said I told you so, although I know she has wanted to! She also loves my laundry room. Wherever I have lived in the world, she has seen more laundry rooms than any other local attraction. I remember my neighbour asking me when mum was flying in. “She’s been here 3 weeks, go say hello, she’s in the laundry room!”.
Many of us are also mothers. Privileged and blessed, we are also knackered. Our bums are saggy due to time spent in cars ferrying our little darlings from footy to art class. Sometimes we lose track, wash the wrong kit for the wrong sport and buy birthday presents for classmates 10 minutes before the party, spending twice as much. There is just so much to learn, how do we know we are getting it right? What the hell is “chunking” in maths or an “embedded clause” in English anyway and does it really matter? We just have faith that we are doing an amazing job. We like to believe that we are the “cool” parents and surely the friends of our children think the same. Ours is THE party house where everyone wants to be – right? Yeah, right!
Being a mother is one of the most challenging jobs, yet there’s no job description and the money is dreadful! It’s a case of trial and error, tears and tribulations, but still nothing compares and once you’ve accepted the role, you can’t do a runner. One thing we never have as a mother (or a woman) is enough time.
It’s pretty rotten they take an hour away from us on our very special day, isn’t it?!
Here’s a few tips for making Mother’s Day a little rosier…….
If you can’t manage to get the flowers we really really want, Tulips are lovely. Daffodils too.
Blue chrysanthemums don’t cut it.
A cup of tea in bed is perfect. Try not to get distracted on the iPad or Xbox whilst brewing. Hot tea is best.
A homemade card is quite beautiful. If store bought, remember to take the price off and remember to sign it.
A poem about how we are The World’s Best Mum will make us cry.
Tickets for a trip, theatre or spa will really make us cry.
Making breakfast, lunch or dinner, emptying the dishwasher and general cleaning up will make us love you forever.
If we are staying at home because Paris is fully booked at this time of year, Prosecco is good or a nice G&T in the garden will work wonders!