Mother’s Day (mothers day? where does the bloody apostrophe go?) is almost over for another year and this year I got to help mum celebrate in a way I really didn’t think would ever happen.
I don’t know if that says more about my pessimism or what a turnaround mum has made in the last two years… but mum has honest-to-goodness gone a full 360; from rock bottom to being a picture of health. I rooly truly hope I’ve got mum’s genes, I’ll be a shoe-in to get a telegram from the Queen on my 100th birthday.
Yesterday mum got day release and I chauffered her to our place for a visit. She hasn’t been here since we moved in at Christmas time and I knew she was itching for a sticky beak. I got a hot tip that she was missing a good corned beef and we whipped some up in the slow cooker for a hot lunch.
Two years ago I wasn’t even sure if mum would be around for much longer, and here she is, out and about and holding court at the dining table.
For added bonus, I got to see my sister and her family for a quick hot chocolate yesterday.
We’re about to head out the door for Dan’s mum’s mother’s day treat at one of her favourite restaurants. Happy mother’s day to all the mums, new mums, mums to be and mums lost. Today’s especially hard for mums who have lost children; hope you find peace today.