Last Sunday was Mother’s Day, and it was the first Mother’s Day that Max understood was a special day. We woke up at 7.30, having been treated to a lie in (technically only due to the clocks changing, so not a real lie-in, but as a sleep deprived mum I’ll try to fool myself!) and headed downstairs for breakfast.
Mother’s Day is a strange one really – in a way it’s a special day, but in so many others it’s a really ordinary day. Breakfasts still need to be made, children still wake up early, and the focus is very much on family time together – maybe it’s a day with a slight sparkle on it, but still, very much a normal weekend day.
I was instructed to sit in the living room and I could hear John whispering to Max outside. In he headed, and proudly presented me with a card, announcing “Happy Mummy Birthday!” (which you have to admit is a pretty charming misunderstanding). It’s a card that he chose himself for the first time, and there’s something really special about that, isn’t there. Not that it’s not been lovely to get cards in earlier years, but this is the first time that he’s had the input himself and it’s just lovely to see how keen he is to present it.
But that wasn’t enough for Max! While John was tackling making breakfast, Max proceeded to bring me through pretend cups of tea from his play kitchen. “Cup of tea, Mummy! Happy Mummy Day!” he’d announce as he walked through the door, handing me his little china cup and saucer, watching me sip my ‘tea’, before he headed back out. My eyes just filled up with tears right then – he really is such a kind little boy. He knows me and my love of tea well though, because apparently one cup was not enough – he made more and more cups until every cup in his kitchen had been used up. And he came out with a new super cute word – “lotsa!”, as in “lots of tea”!
I hope you had a lovely Mother’s Day too, and a good cup of tea – real or pretend!