On Mother’s Day - best moment ever?

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I remember one day when ds must have been perhaps 2. I picked him up from the childminder at 1230, took him home for lunch which was only round the corner. We ate and at some point he decided that it would be best to rest his eyelids while eating. Then he ate very slowly for a few mouthfuls with his eyes closed. Then he found that his plate was quite a comfortable place to rest his head. Then I picked him out of his high chair, he was a big heavy weight, and carried him up to his cot fast asleep. I can still remember holding the weight of him curved into my body, and it may be the last memory on my deathbed.

That’s a lovely memory, and reminds me of how often my son used to fall asleep in his highchair while actually eating. With food still in his mouth being chewed! (and didn’t even wake when we used a finger to scoop it out). And yes, often his face fell into his plate 🤣
So sweet at that age

Dd came home from kindy with her card which was started with “I love my mum because …” and she had told them to write “because when I am tired, her arms are always open”.

Until the day I die, when she is tired, my arms will be open.

Both my girls would sometimes fall asleep in their dinner. It was the cutest thing to watch. Eyes slowly closing but still trying their best to eat.

My first Mother’s Day was amazing as I never thought I would be a Mum. I was already mid 30s when I met DH & had 2 miscarriages 😢 We adopted DD17 as a baby & I’ll never forget cuddling her on my first Mother’s Day & crying but this time with joy ❤️

Oh how sweet.

One if my best memories is from when my dc were 4 and 2, and on Christmas eve I made santas footprints out of flour. They ran downstairs on Christmas morning and found them, and they were screaming with pure excitement and happiness.

Oh I misunderstood - thought it was the best Mother’s Day moment.

In terms of Mother's Day related memories, it's a toss up between "I made you a card with seeds but you're not allowed to see it until Mother's Day" and the absolutely brilliant card that said "I love you the most of everyone except daddy"😂

When I'd pick dc up and they'd wrap themselves around my neck like little monkeys. They'd fit perfectly. Also getting them out of the bath and wrapping them up in a big towel and carrying them into the living room (our bathroom was downstairs), and cwtching with them as they dried.

Hot sunny summers day. All in the garden with the paddling pool out and my son chasing his sisters with the hose. Everyone screaming and laughing. Eating tip tops and rescuing grass hoppers. I sat and thought this is the most perfect moment.

Lots of good memories when dds were little, but for me today is a great moment.
DDs are 18 & 16, and dh and I went to a gig in a different city and stayed over.

We came home around 12:30 and dds had cleaned the whole house (thoroughly - cushion covers of couch had been washed 🤯😂, kitchen cupboards reorganised, things I normally don’t do!), they’d bought and prepared lunch, baked a cake, bought tulips (my favourite flowers). They must have really worked hard during the time we’d gone. All planned together without any input.
With them being older and having busy lives, I am so touched they did this together as a surprise for me. I love them to bits ❤️

My DS 12 has just come downstairs with a chocolate muffin for me and said ‘sssh, I only have one so don’t tell dad and my sister! Bless him!

When my son was at nursery, he’d made a Mother’s Day card and while handing it to me he said “it’s actually for daddy”.

It made me laugh so much. He’s still a sassy little shit.

DS once told me he loved cuddles because he could ‘feel the love beating’ it melted me

what a lovely thread

No rules @MarmaladeSandwich7! All memories welcome

God so many. My favourite times were when our son was about 18 months old, we had just got a Miniature Schnauzer puppy and 2pm was his milk and nap time. The two of us, with the puppy at my feet would get under a blanket, have his milk and go to sleep for an hour or so. I’d stroke his little face and he’d say ‘ahh Mamam’. God it was beautiful. Now he’s 15, still lovely, no bother but will just present his cheek to me when I ask for a kiss! I yearn for the ‘ahh mamam’ days!