It’s Mothers Day, hip, hip, hooray.
Here come’s that one and only day, when you pray your kids will sincerely say, ‘put your feet up Mum’ and there you’ll stay. It’s a day different from all the rest, where Mum’s and ladies get to feel truly blessed. A day when we can kick back, when we can freely de-stress and let someone else clean all the mess.
But why just one day, why out of all the Sunday’s in the year, is only one day dedicated to those Mum’s we all hold so dear. Are flowers not sold at any other time, are chocolates unavailable, is there really no wine? What about in August and June, or as Autumn draws near, do Mum’s not need rest and a top up cheer? Do we really have to trudge on and wait a whole 365 more, before someone else in this house will mop the blinking floor?
But it’s all made golden with a dine in meal for two, pizza for the kids and a morning brew. What else could we ask for, us Mum’s who don’t stop, other than for someone else to pick up the mop. But on this day, in all their special ways, they get to show how they love and set the house ablaze.
What’s there to say, I can’t really moan on this day, when the Girl wants to do stuff like bring me tea on a tray. When she’s used a whole roll of sticky tape and left a mess of tiny white paper in questionable shapes. When she goes to bed without making me think, some demon possessed her to test my Mum brink. When her face is all squishy and she’s excited and cute and it’s the first night in ages I don’t wish to put her on mute.
When the first born actually freely gives me a kiss, albeit begrudgingly and with a silent hiss. When he cuddles up close and wants to snuggle right in, when he wins me over with his good lookin’ grin. Even though I know his old game, since every night is the flippin’ same. It’s all tactic and ploy to stay up late, this one can’t be bribed with new roller skates.
And the Kid, oh the Kid, like he has a clue, he’ll just dish out kisses and cuddles, because that’s what you do.
So here is to another Mother’s Day, our one opportunity to rest and to play. Maybe if we’re lucky, we really won’t clean and there might even be cuppas on rotation, livin’ the dream. So make the most of their eagerness, their desire to please. As these wonderful kids, simply try to squeeze, every ounce of celebration out of any day that they possibly can, since last Mother’s Day commenced our lockdown ban.
