It always baffles me why events such as Mother’s Day are celebrated at different times of the year in different countries. Why not have a universal date?
Anyway, here in the UK, today is Mother’s Day. It is held exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday, on the fourth Sunday of Lent. Apparently. As somebody who is not religious in the slightest, this is news to me, but interesting news nonetheless.
So today, if you are joining me for coffee, we will be discussing our mums. I hope this is okay when you.
My mum is incredible. Okay, in my younger years, she had her faults. She let me down, she wasn’t supportive, she had a terribly histrionic temper. It couldn’t have been easy, being a single parent to three kids, two of who went off the rails (my brother and sister, not me.)
These days, she is always there for me when I need her. She isn’t great with the advice, but she will try her hardest to help, whatever the problem. She knows her limitations though, but she will put herself out there for her children.
She is easily my best friend. I don’t really discuss my problems with anyone, but if I do, it’s with my mum.
She’s also a brilliant handyman. She can turn her hand to most things. She can sew, hang wallpaper, and make a mean lasagne, better than any other I’ve tasted. Better than a true Italian lasagne.
She’s also ditzy and forgetful and has a crazy sense of humour.
For Mother’s Day, she asked me to take her to the gym. Yep, not my idea of a celebration, but what she wants, she gets. While there, we were watching a woman in her 50’s on the rowing machine. She spent at least 30 minutes on there, maybe more. As fledgling gym bunnies, we were in awe of her stamina. On approaching the rowing machines to do our 5 minutes, my mum turned to the woman, a complete stranger, and said, “have you got to Australia yet?”
I love my mum. She’s ace.
Apart from my son, she’s my favourite person in the world.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there! 💜