Now that the dust has settled I want to record my first Mother's Day. It has been the first time in some years that the day was not one of sadness and tears for me although there were tears, they were happy ones.
Andrew did himself proud. He made sure that I had a card from him as well as one from the children plus all the cards that they had made at pre-school and toddler group. He also bought me flowers, wine, chocolate and made sure that for one day I didn't have to do any cooking or housework - it was my day to enjoy with our children and it was wonderful. I appreciated every second as well as the numerous messages from other family and friends recognising what was a very special day for me.
The morning began with our smallest being up and out of bed early but more than happy to climb in bed with me for cuddles and giggles (despite the bronchitis) - her smile brings warmth to my heart and her giggle is so infectious I have to join in. When the oldest awoke he also came to join us for cuddles and (with a little promting) he wished me a happy Mother's Day. We had made no plans for the day and spent a very relaxing day - it worked well and we ended up doing not all that much but it gave us plenty of time to play.
I did take a moment, on that Sunday, to have a thought for all those who are waiting for their first Mother's Day. Those ladies struggling with infertility, miscarriage or travelling the long road to adoption - they are all mummies-in-waiting and I hope that they will all have their day, no matter how long they have to wait, they will have their day.
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