I 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.