I lost my mum nine years ago. I've found Mother's Day a toughie ever since, with ads up everywhere and spam constantly shouting 'tell your mum she's special' etc etc. I hoped it might get easier when I had a baby and became a mother myself, because the focus would change. But tonight I've just had a text from my friend whose nanny my dd shares two days a week, because she's just remembered we are going away for a week and wants the address of where we're staying so she can post three Mother's Day cards the nanny has got dd to make, so I've got time to post two of them to dd's grandmothers. The mental image of dd sitting making a card for my Mum has reduced me to a blubbering wreck for most of this evening. I could have done without this.