A few randon thoughts on Mothers Day2:16 pm
I remember my very first Mothers Day. India was almost a year old, and I didn't get a card or flowers or breakfast in bed. India was just too young to know and Woody was just clueless...despite me having made a fuss of Fathers Day and given him a framed print of India's foot on hand made (by me!) paper no less!
Over the years Mothers Day has been celebrated, forgotten, ignored. I learned long ago not to expect anything much unless I orchestrated the arrangements from a distance or just bought myself something. This goes for birthdays too. I don't mind, not one bit...I might have slight control issues.
Today, I received breakfast in bed, flowers, cards and a gift. My not so subtle hinting, and having teenage daughters who will chivvy things along how I like them helped.
This morning sat in bed sharing two croissants amongst six of us, children sprawled across my clean sheets dropping buttery crumbs, I couldn't help but think of the one that wasn't there. The difference is, that this year I didn't cry. Actually the difference is that this year I wanted to celebrate today.
I can't remember the first Mothers Day after Florence died, I know that on the second I just wanted it all to go away. Last year, India made me a video of Ernest set to music and I sobbed. This year though, I'm ok.