Sunday. It’s Mother’s Day. For all you Dads out there take note. This may be your final warning.
Mother’s Day. Up there with Valentine’s Day for commercial mumbo jumbo??? Perhaps. But heck, a day to note what all the Mamas do, all the dinners made, the bottoms wiped, the Calpol wrangled in tightly shut mouths, can’t be a bad thing. (And I’m not saying the dads out there don’t do their share….ours has changed enough nappies and rocked ever increasingly heavy children to sleep many many a time).
A day to appreciate the often thankless work, and perhaps acknowledge that the mums in your lives aren’t doing a bad job. I for one, particularly as a stay at home mum (read about me being a stay at home mum here), rarely get any positive affirmation that we are holding it together, doing the best we can for our children and families. A day to be told you are doing OK. That you are powering through motherhood with a modicum of success.
A day to appreciate our ‘mummy friends’ who as fellow mums in the thick of it, pull us through on the tough days.
So hell yeah, a day to celebrate mums, and even a little moment off perhaps, is a spiffing idea in my opinion.
But I don’t need a lot on Mother’s Day. I don’t need a pink sequin pillow that says ‘mummy is great’ on it. I don’t need a fancy dinner out where I attempt to keep my cool whilst bribing three kids to sit down and not dunk their garlic bread into their apple juice. I don’t need fancy jewellery that I’m never going to wear for fear of the baby tugging too hard on it one too many times. Gifts are nice, I certainly wouldn’t say no, but my wishes are simpler.
I just wish for a cuddle from my children
….and to pee on my own.
I just wish for my children’s good health
….and a self cleaning high chair.
I just wish for gifts and cards handmade with love (thanks nursery, you’ve got this one!
…and a week of school runs without rain.
I just wish to see my children playing together
….and to finish a hot cup of coffee without breaking up a fight.
I just wish for a day spent with the best daddy my children could ask for
….and a bottle of hair dye to cover the greys.
I just wish for a family with fun, laughs, energy, smiles and positivity.
….and a large glass of Chablis wouldn’t go amiss.
So the week before Mothers Day, here’s to all you fellow Mummies. You are doing a grand job. You rock. Even on the days you are winging it. Do it with a smile, and nobody will know!