I wonder how your Mothers’ Day was?
(or shall I say Mother’s Day – I looked up the origin of the day and that’s how it was originally!)
For me, the day was really a reflection of how far I have come in my life.
I remember for so many years feeling disappointed on Mother’s Day…
I remember when my children were much younger, and not really even knowing what I really wanted to do; what would really nourish me.
When I was married, I didn’t ask clearly for what I wanted on Mother’s Day.
Some days were enjoyable, others of the days weren’t so enjoyable. I remember sometimes doing things I didn’t want to do.
But this Mother’s Day was my most favourite ever. And in fact, one of my favourite days ever!
This arrived in my desk a couple of days before:
My daughter insisted that I have a lie-in (I usually get up at 5am), so I did!
She bought me french toast and my special ‘raw’ hot chocolate in bed! (first time ever!)
Then I opened all the presents that they had both made for me:
They had spent about 5 hours in the week making things, including the cardboard roses in a cardboard vase from my son (top left),
And a coupon jar from my daughter, in which she had placed LOTS of coupons for things like a BIG HUG, and help making dinner, and breakfast in bed!!!
Then my mum arrived home (she lives in a granny flat in my garden but had stayed at a friend’s the night before):
Then I lay in my hammock for a while whilst my children looked through cake books to decide what Sunny wants for his birthday!
Then we walked up to the lighthouse at Byron Bay, one of my favourite walks!
Then I bought them each a magazine whilst I went to my favourite clothes shop and bought myself something really beautiful!
Then I took them to their dad and sibling mother’s house, and watched whilst she opened the things that they had made for her.
And then I came home and watched 4 episodes of my favourite (and only) programme, Downton Abbey, with my lovely mum! We chatted and held hands and generally had a lovely time!
And interspersed between these, such as when I was in the shower, or in the hammock, I kept telling myself all the things that I appreciate about myself as a mum.
And really, this is just a huge way away from where I have come from.
I used to judge myself more than anyone else I knew.
I used to devalue myself.
I didn’t really know what I needed, let alone to value my needs and actually ask myself and others to meet them!
I didn’t let myself have what I really wanted.
And I am celebrating what a huge way I have come in my 13 years of being a mother.
I’d love to hear how your day was, and how you can see that you have changed in your willingness to honour yourself.