Here in the UK, today is Mother's Day.
I have noted over the years I have been a mother, that Mother's Day always falls on the Sunday of the weekend that the clocks go back an hour. Why is that? Are we not exhausted enough?
Anyway, I don't personally expect anything special. Maybe a chance to relax, watch films with the kids (would be ace), and just enjoy their company. I am very lucky to be a mother, and every day I am treated wonderfully by the two children who are at home with me.
The other morning, my youngest told me, unprompted, that I was the best mum in the world. She is always saying nice things to people. The first time she meets someone, she will always find something nice to say about them. When returning from school with her big brother and a friend of his, when his friend also said bye to her, she said that the friend was very kind.
My boy is just as wonderful. If I am stressed out, he will get the candles on. He may not say he loves me often, or that I am a great mum, but he shows me in the little things he does.
My children are very lovely. I will have a wonderful Mother's Day, simply because I am their mum.
I am also a mum of angels. I know there are many mums out there who do not get to hold their child. Or maybe they are one child missing. That is a pain that is indescribable. The what ifs, and if onlys. But those women still see themselves as mothers. It is possible to love a child no longer living. I remember my first born, who died at 20 weeks, most days. I look at my children who are here with me, and I am as grateful for them as I am for her.
So, no matter what kind of mother you are, Happy Mother's Day. Go put your feet up. You deserve it.