Mothers day. A time for relaxing and being spoiled and enjoying the devoted company of your children. Hmm? I’m not so sure. After all, for many, if not all mothers, it is actually one of the busiest days of the year.

When my children were young there was always the mothers day morning ritual of pretending to be asleep while listening to the rattling and banging in the kitchen for my soon to be served Breakfast in bed. Who decided this was a treat for a mother anyway? Acting sleepy, yet surprised, delighted yet fearful, I sat awkwardly upright in my bed, uncomfortable and cold, balancing a tray on my lap while “enjoying” my burnt toast, cold tea and overcooked eggs. I gave my best acting performance when I looked into their smiling proud faces to thank them for the “best breakfast ever”. The rest of this day was spent driving through traffic visiting the other mothers and grandmothers. Later, chores all done, kids in bed, finally in the night, it was “my” day.

My kids have left home now so I don’t get that breakfast in bed anymore. Instead, my treat has become their visits instead. These special visits now include grandchildren and this means my morning is spent preparing and cooking their favorite food. The rest of the day is spent with noise and activity and my evening is spent getting the house back to normal. Then finally in the night, it is “my” day.

Funny though, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

Cheers
Buttercup

 

“Children are a great comfort in your old age – and they help you reach it faster, too.” – Lionel Kauffman