This Mother's Day is the first Mother's Day of the rest of my life. I didn't expect too much. We've been busy. However, it turned out to be up there with the Great Mother's Day of 2004 when I got up to a floral bath, music, mags, coffee and he took the wee-uns to the park for a couple of hours. Bliss!
Today was different as they were all there right from the start. I didn't want them anywhere else.
There may have been unflattering moments. Those are 'loser ' signs they are making over each others' heads. Breakfast in bed was quick as they wanted to unload their Mother's Day booty.
Lala found a chocolate bunny stashed in her undie drawer so they got choc chip pancakes/pizzas.
Sitting out the front with a cup of tea, I ran my fingers over some of the booty including Lala's magic rocks and listened to them laughing and playing in the sun and considered it is really not about what you GET but rather what you have already GOT on Mother's Day.
It is about how turquoise op shop beads pop against pink tutus,
how a little background music can be quite pleasant on a Sunday morning,
how it is SO nice to have kindy art back in the house after so long (and only from one child at a time),
how a backyard that accommodates simultaneous rugby, sand baking and tree climbing is more than adequate,
how frangipani trees against a blue sky are a good enough reason on their own to buy an old farmhouse,
how sand cake garnished with chook feather and a poufette of rhoeo leaves is best presented with the homemade ninja weaponry of choice,
how Maisy Mouse and the Big Fella will never get old,
how High Tea at the local soccer club is like supper at Versailles when you are with good company,
how little girls will always love Bananas in sleepwear even on an i-phone,
and how rice makes dinner for five become dinner for nine in a trice and watching them all eat it from outside as the husband patiently waits tables is possibly the best mothers' day gift of all...
(except for maybe busting a possie of small fry watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua in the dark in our bed).
Finally I had a late tea with my funny, bossy, ever-loving mother who had nine children at the table EVERY night and giggled whilst she tossed chicken wings to us and put mislabelled Gravox in the chocolate pudding and always gave the boys the big Corelle plates and taught us to laugh at ourselves and with each other.
Happy Mother's Day to all and to all a Good Night!