Archive | May 11, 2015

Microblog Mondays – Glad that M day is behind me

Microblog_MondaysI had gone to take my mum some beautiful roses last Thursday and spend a little time with her.  She had a wheelchair sore so she was lying on her side in bed.  I told her about my gig and she was so excited about it.  So much so that she started to get quite agitated and started yelling and so I just sat quietly and waited for her to calm down.   I could not find the remote to the TV (things are always disappearing in a home), so I just turned on the radio.  I tried to get her singing to get her “unstuck” but it didn’t really work.  I could not stay long and had to rush back to pick up my son, got stuck in traffic and hubby ended up going to get him at school.  When I arrive, I give my son a steamed milk from Starbucks as I know sometimes he can be cranky pants after a long day at school.  He takes one sip and announces he doesn’t like it and wants me to go home and bring him warm milk from home.   I wanted to throttle him.  I reminded him of all the starving children in Nepal with no homes.  My prince was unmoved. I tell him instead that that is the last time I will ever buy him steamed milk from Starbucks and we all go home.

I’m not really crazy about Mother’s Day.  With the exception of my first one, it’s all a bit much with overpriced menus and media ads for jewellery and such.   It really has always been about my own mother but since she’s been in a home for almost 13 years, it’s a little bittersweet for me.

My son was excited to give me this fancily wrapped gift he brought home from school.  I opened it up and it was a flower bouquet attached to a dragonfly. Also a lovely homemade card and bookmark.  I oohed and aahed over it.  It was wonderful!

This weekend we left to go the island to visit my inlaws as they had family over from Europe. I just missed my mum, but instead of feeling whatever I’m feeling over it or talking about it, I just don’t.  My MIL understood and bless her heart for being the only person to understand how I felt.

I had a beautiful moment with my son.  I told him how happy I was to be his mother and he told me that he picked me.  I told him that the woman who gave birth to him wanted him to have a mummy and a daddy and she chose us to take care of him.  He asked why I couldn’t have a baby out of my tummy.  I said I tried but it was broken. He said, did you try everything?  Yes, I did, but I’m so happy and lucky to be your mother.

Later I sent a text to his birthmother expressing my gratitude and wishing her a Happy Mother’s Day with her 2 sons. I wonder how she feels about it.

We all had a nice brunch, I looked fabulous and this week I will be working on appreciation and gratitude.  And getting over this massive cold that I now possess.