Mother’s Day has been and gone for another year. Unfortunately both my hubby and me are without our mothers now, something you can’t help but recall with sadness on this day. Fortunately however, being a mother means I also get to be the centre of the day’s events at home (well almost).
For the Men-Children, Mothers Day is clearly an event to be missed. Both of them made plans to go out on Saturday night, and to stay over at a mates, until both Mother of a Man-Child and Father of a Man-Child pointed out that since it was Mother’s Day on Sunday, it would be nice for them to be at home. Moreover which other Mother wants to wake up to my men-children on Mother’s Day I ask you?
My daughter on the other hand had been living in anticipation of Mother’s Day for an entire week. Of course there’s the special presents to make at school, and the cards to craft. Not to mention the breakfast-in-bed planning to do with Dad. Oh, and an acrostic poem to write. My daughter was one of a select few to have her effort published in the school newsletter for everyone to read. I’ve included it below for your amusement – I just love the bit about me getting angry!!!
Kind and loving she is caring and careful. I love my Mum.
Every day she says good night, she cooks us dinner and she helps the family with so much stuff.
Lots of things my mum does. She lets me have friends over, she plays games with me. My mum is SUPER!
Little times, big times, hard times, easy times. I don’t care if mum gets angry at me. I will still always love her.
You know my mum is the Best in the whole WORLD!
Such was my daughter’s excitement that she couldn’t actually wait until Sunday to give me one of my presents. So I got the homemade heart-shaped lavender soap as an early present on Saturday, which took pride of place in the bathroom. It’s quite “rustic” but seems to do the job. 🙂
In keeping with the boys’ level of engagement around all things Mother’s Day, I actually bought my own Mother’s Day card and asked them to write in it. Is that sad or what? Thankfully Sister of a Man-Child wasn’t satisfied until they had each written in it. And to be honest, what they each wrote warmed the cockles of my heart.
On Sunday I did get breakfast in bed along with Sister of a Man-Child naturally, and a kiss and hug from Man-Child I. Man-Child II went the hug but resisted the kiss. Clearly at 15 that just grosses him out I gather? Oh well, small steps. Somehow I then ended up going to see a kid’s movie with my daughter (I did point out the irony of this to her on Mother’s Day) and then we watched the men-children play footy. All in all an enjoyable day.
When I asked the boys where my present was from them their instant retort was “But you don’t give us enough pocket-money”!! My response: “Gee boys, I’m sure you could have guilted Dad into giving you money to buy a present for me. And apart from that, you could always have offered to cook dinner for me!”
In the words of my daughter “It really is kids day every day Mummy isn’t it?”