Just that really…
Year after year the boards on here are full of disappointed women who feel like enough hasn’t been bought, done and prepared for Mother’s Day. No restaurant was booked, there wasn’t an expensive gift, all they got was a mumbled greeting from their teen at midday…
But really the beauty of Mother’s Day is within the small simple things, the commotion of 4 people trying to be quiet in the kitchen proudly presenting you with a granola bowl and a pot of tea, looking over the homemade nursery card which still have the tea bag stuck in the inside and bit of paper with a hand print stuck on the front which is hanging on by a thread but becomes more treasured year after year of course the bags of chocolate which has been unwrapped and delved into by little (or not so little hands) before you can say thank you.
We are having a Chinese tonight (treated by my folks that are visiting) and also a few pints in our local pub (my request) but already my small moments have been my favourite this morning. My eldest daughter who appeared blurry eyed from a night out this morning after walking the mile home so she could spend her bus fares on a £1 bunch of Daffodils for me and DH making me a cup of tea in bed while everyone else was sleeping and listening to the birds and bumble bees outside in the sunshine.
Appreciating these smaller moments of kindness and love on Mothering Sunday makes it a much happier and content day.