Hmm, what topic can I possibly write about after the massively fun posts on the Romantic Times Convention? Looks like everyone had a great time. Sadly, I couldn’t attend and for now it has to stay on my to-do list for the future. Maybe next year, or the one after. Who knows what will happen by then? But right now I’d better stay the course and dazzle you with ... Hmm, what about a subject dear to the hearts of all mothers?
Do you remember your first Mother’s Day?
I have to admit that after 19 years of motherhood, the precise details are slipping away. My son, bless his fiery red hair, arrived just in the nick of time. He arrived on the Friday, and I spent Sunday, my first Mother’s Day, stuck in Hospital.
If I remember correctly, I had visitors to see us both. My family came down to
where we lived; my nephew tried to climb into the crib with his new cousin. (Seriously, climbing became my nephew’s thing. No fear. We should have seen the signs of the adventurer to come.) Sydney
But wheneveryone left, I’m pretty sure I cried. Mother’s day coincided with the day soon after you give birth where your hormones go to hell and new father’s shake their heads, wondering where their rational wife went. Anyway, the Mother’s Day present the hospital midwifes gave me (and to every mother admitted) was from my new child. They inked his tiny foot and stamped it onto Mother’s Day cards.
But it wasn’t the best day to give the hormones a helping hand. What new mother wouldn’t blubber at the sight of her child’s perfect little foot? (Post Natal Depression didn’t help, but that’s a whole other story -- and not for this post). Of course, that foot is now an earth grabbing size 12 and my 4kg baby is now six foot tall, and way too fond of reminding me I’m short by half a foot.
Over the years, I’ve had almost every type of Mother’s Day: weekends away, weekends away alone (precious break time), lunches, dinners, breakfasts in bed, big pressies, and precious little handmade cards.
Honestly, breakfast in bed and simple flowers are actually my favorite. No fuss, no rush, just relaxed time and my sons can come and go as they please. Later on, we trundle off to go see my mother so I can wait on her.
So with Mother’s Day in the near future, do you have a secret wish for the day? I’d love to hear the story of your first Mother’s Day (if you can remember) and whatyou’d like for yourself and your mum, too, this year.
~ Lady Wicked
~ Lady Wicked