This weekend it's Mother's Day.
Limp posies given by a child
Spilt coffee on a tray
All with love so meek and mild
For a darling mother
Bursting giggles behind the door
Rustling paper surprise
Children with so much and more
For a loving mother
Remember the selfless love
No matter night or day
Inspiration from above
Instilled in a mother
This was a poem in our local rag to celebrate Mothering Sunday. Isn't it adorable?
I have sent my Mother a card. I have posted her a gift which I know she will love - because she asked for it ages ago and doesn't know she's getting it.
I hate Mothering Sunday for selfish reasons. I hate Mothering Sunday because there are no children to tell me how much they love me being their mum, to bring me a sloppy breakfast, to make me cards and pick me posies.
And there never will be.
I know there are a lot of Mommy Bloggers out there, I have many on my own blog roll.
To them I wish a sparkling Mother's Day full of love and laughter, sweet smelling flowers and cards that say what hearts can't.
I have been involved with five families now. The first ones are now in their 20s and 30s. The current ones are my Aginothlings, 5 and under. They have all loved me in a special way, but not as a child loves a mother. They have all painted pictures for me, hugged me and cuddled with me, but sooner or later I hand them back to their real mother.
Mother's Day? Nothing to celebrate here........