Today I was gifted a homemade card. It read Happy Mother’s Day love XXX. A picture of me smiling. Loads of kisses. It wasn’t from one of my kids, but one of Kayla’s friends.
I’m heart-broken having received this card. I’m holding back the tear as my kid and this kid play happily in the playroom just now. This kids Mammy is not around and she is being reared by family. She’s a beautiful little kid.
Most likely she won’t get to share Mothers Day with her mammy. I don’t know if she even calls her mother mammy. I don’t even know when was the last time that she’s seen her mammy. Not that it’s any of my business but that’s beside the point.
This kid is a really good kid. Polite. Well mannered. A credit to her carers.
Tomorrow I would love to swan off for afternoon tea. Or sleep on past midday. But instead I’ll wake up with Kadie’s feet across my face, and Kayla on my toes. Frankie will be screaming from a distance to get ‘OUUUH’.
Tomorrow I will spend mothers day with my kids. I’ll hug them. I’ll feel guilty at all the times I’ve given out to them. We’ll play. I’ll think I’m doing a shit job. We’ll cook. I’ll be told ‘it’s unfair’. We’ll probably go the park too.
Tomorrow will be no different from any other day. Tomorrow morning some kids will wake up without their mammy. Spare a thought for those kids, even those kids who are now grown up.
Whatever you do, make the most of your day. I’m gonna hug mine a little tighter.
Happy Mothering Sunday.