It's Mothering Sunday, Mother's Day here.
Later the boys will be back from celebrating youngest's 19th birthday in Liverpool.The eldest will stay for Sunday lunch then go back to London. And the youngest will go out for the evening.
But whilst we are all together I will enjoy that time of family banter that so rarely happens anymore together.I will enjoy cooking lunch for them and even clearing up after they have gone out.
But what I won't/don't enjoy is the fact I have no mother alive to look after on this day. My boys have always spoilt me rotten and they know how much I hate today. Hence the eldest being around.
I look at the vases of daffodils in the living room and am reminded of the flowers I used to buy my mum. Or even worse the year I was on night duty as a student nurse, when I hadn't been able to get to the shops to buy anything. So getting home at 7.30am I sneaked in the back garden and picked a bunch from my Dad's not to be touched flower beds and left them in the kitchen for Mummy when she woke up. She woke me up at 11am as Dad had discovered my footprints in the soil! She was pleased and Dad was furious and I went back to sleep!
Now I buy those same flowers as a tribute to her,and my Dad for that matter.
And at lunch time I will raise my glass in silent toast to my precious parents,so as to not spoil my sons Mothers Day, when they give to me, as I know I am precious to them.
This photograph is of my Mum when she was 21 years old. Sorry about the reflection of me in it, I couldn't get the light right to take the picture and my scanner doesn't work.The other one is the woodland floor this morning where I walked with Trix.
So I wish a Happy Mothers Day to all mothers everywhere, those who are happy those who are sad, those who are hurting, those who are frightened, those that are no longer here, but are wrapped in someones heart, I salute you
