I'm roused by Saffira coming into the bedroom announcing "Happy Mother's Day Mummy!" I thought SHIT I'm supposed to do breakfast in bed. I'm still in bed. So as the obligatory hugs and kisses exchange happens I managed to hustle Saffira out of the room and back into the kids bedroom to go fetch Vida. My desperate plan was to convince the girls to let Mummy have a little sleep in to buy me enough time to knock up breakfast in bed.
Or should I say breakfast part one? As part of the day's festivities we will also be having brunch with their grandmother next door. -All attended by their uncles, aunties and cousins. It was going to be a big day. But first our intimate little breakfast part one.
As soon as Vida awakes the first words out of her mouth were "We need to get my nothers day pwesents fwom downstairs." Alrighty then, I take the girls downstairs to retrieve the presents.
Vida had spent the week at childcare making a card with a photo and sparkles. Unfortunately Saffira had no present this year, so I enlisted her help to make a present by going to Big W and printing a photo to put in a frame.
We retrieved both presents, but I was frustrated in my attempts to convince them to let mummy have a sleep in. The little darlings couldn't wait to give their presents to Mummy. Switch to plan C (Plan A was getting up before the kids did) What's Plan C? Follow the girls upstairs and film the event.
The girls climb on to bed with Mummy, and amidst all the hugs and kisses exchange, she still manages to ask me where was her breakfast in bed? I gulped and I apologised, I gestured toward the kids and begged that the day had already gotten away from me as soon as both girls were up. But if you give me a moment, darling, I might still conjure one up.
I stopped filming and slipped out of the room to start making some dulce de leche sandwiches and tea. I did manage to conjure up a tray with sandwiches, tea, and an orchid in a champagne glass. Right after she had already gotten up, gone downstairs and gone back up again to make the bed. Does that still count?
Where did all this stress and over expectation come from? Why don't we just celebrate mothers day as often as we want and whenever we want? Do we really need to out-do last year or the year before ? When we share on social media, should we remind ourselves that it's not a competition?
All I am teaching my kids is to take time to honour and thank the person who is their longest relationship, their first influence. She who brought each of us unto existence. Thank you Mother.
