Tomorrow morning you're going to wake up with a little bit more of a smile on your dial. The kids may not be quiet while you attempt to "sleep in", the breakfast may be a little burnt, the gifts may be...quite obviously hand made by your toddler, or chosen by your child who has just picked the biggest and most sparkly thing they could find at the mothers day stall at school.
But you will smile, because this is the day you hold the cards. "It's MOTHERS Day, so we are doing what I want to do because YOU.LOVE.ME."
You may wander out to find a nice clean house. No, there is no need to feign your surprise, we know the only reason it is clean is because you spent the entire day the day before scrubbing every surface because no one else is going to, and dammit, you need it clean on your bloody day otherwise you will end up spending that day cleaning your house, like you did on Mother's Day 2010.
You will find a nice big gift wrapped box waiting patiently for you, and oh, look at that, it's EXACTLY what you asked for! But you already know this because you spent the Thursday night before braving the late night shoppers and punk ass teenagers getting yourself this perfect present because no one else is going to.
You will then proceed to clean up the kitchen after the disaster that was breakfast, and get started on preparing the food for the guests you are hosting later that day. Maybe it's your MIL or your own mother? You will set about racing around and realising you forgot the fucking mayonnaise for the pasta salad you are attempting to make and shoot of a string of obscenities whilst collecting your purse and keys and heading to the shops hoping the lines are small. You will promise yourself that next year you're just going to book in at a restaurant where you don't have to cook or clean up afterwards. Except next year you don't, you still do the whole homemade thing, because it's what your mum would have done, and because no one else is going to.
I'm starting to think that Mothers Day is really just another day for us to do more shit we would otherwise pleasantly ignore.
Fuck this shit.
Bluey and his class shared a beautiful poem at their school assembly this week that I wanted to share with you. My kids? They're kinda alright.
My mum she's the best from her head to her toes,
She is warm and she's soft, smelling sweet like a rose.
She keeps me safe and she keeps me well fed,
Her kisses are sweet as she tucks me in bed.
So here's to all mums, especially to mine,
Thanks for being my mum and making Mothers Day just shine.
To all the mothers, mothers to be, mothers who have left us, and mothers who have had children leave them too soon, Happy Mothers Day.