Mother’s Day is upon us again (who else feels like this year is zipping by?) I always thought Mothers Day was a nit naff, a bit of a hallmark holiday until I realised it proceeds the card making company by a good few centuries. Its roots lie in religion and it is celebrated on the fourth Sunday of Lent, hence its travelling position on the calendar.
This year marks the third year that I celebrate Mother’s Day as a recipient rather than participant only. I was in Easons yesterday browsing for cards for my own mum,taking note of all the descriptions printed on the front-special mum,best mum,kind mum,wonderful mum and it got me thinking-
I’m a mum who never misses an opportunity to shower my girls with kisses, feeling what I lack in technical ability, I make up for in affection.
I am a mum who always takes the time to read a bedtime story even if my children aren’t listening because I feel I owe authors and storytellers so much and it’s surely payback time.
I’m a mum who’s learning every day,learning to bake,learning new responsibilities, learning to slow down,learning to enjoy my time with these fab little creatures who I call my daughters.
Most of the time I think I’m doing a crap job but then I wake up to a scene like the one that greeted me this Mother’s Day and I feel like I’m supermom.
So Happy Mothers Day to all the mommies, mammies, mums, mammas and moms out there. And also to the grannies, nannies, mammies and nanas. And a big thanks to the daddies who make us feel like we are doing a great job, even though we may feel at times like nothing could be further from the truth.