There are two truths universally known about motherhood. One is you will receive any home made cards. The other is the teenager years are hell and everyone will hate each other.
This morning my nearly 15 year old snuck done early to give me the first of my Mother's Day cards.
I did eventually get 4 🙂
But the message on the back of this was the first to take my breath away.
I do so love my Fran. All day she did special things for things for me because she knows Mother's Day is hard for me. She even went out, bought ingredients and cooked ratatouille. I do love ratatouille.
And the mother of all trifles.
That's not all. Maddy, Amelie and Josie did wonderful cards and Maddy blew me away with hers too. She hardly ever dares to write and I was so touched that she did for me. Amelie's was my first school made one 🙂
And then there was my beautiful boy, filling my heart nearly full of happy.
And the bits I couldn't quite think about, as happens on days like this, I filled with cleaning. Funnily enough I liked being a proper mummy and doing housework 😉
I'll remember this day always. My gift (game of thrones season 2) was lovely but my big girls opening their heart to tell me I'm loved and having the maturity to take the wellbeing of my heart into their hands was special in a way I can't explain.
Days like today, I know we did okay. We made it. They made it. We all did good.