But Mother’s Day is especially difficult. We are surrounded by fluffy images of Mums and children and all our friends with children are looking forward to a happy day where they get cards, flowers and get taken out for a treat, or are brought breakfast in bed by the hubby and kids.
Toby was my only child, but I still call myself a ‘Mother’, I still feel like a mother, I am a mother and will always be ‘Toby’s Mom’.
This week I got a message from the daughter of one of my friends in the choir, and she said she had thought of me and thought Mother’s Day might be difficult and invited me to join her and her Mum for afternoon tea today. I was so touched that someone I don’t know very well had thought of me.
So today I will celebrate Mother’s Day or Mothering Sunday as my Mum insisted it should be called; she said ‘Mother’s Day’ came from the Americans!
I will remember my Mum who has been gone eight years and my son Toby. Toby wasn’t always the best at sending cards, but I have got the last card he sent me from my memory box and put it on my sideboard.
This is what he wrote
I realise that most of the time I don’t show any appreciation for the countless things you do, and help me to do. The truth is, despite the fact that I have trouble expressing my appreciation, and at times it may be non-existent, I -do- appreciate everything you have done, and are still doing for me. Without you I wouldn’t have the wonderful life that I do now, and I am sure that, regardless of rows, arguments, mistakes and so forth, without you I would not be a fraction of the person I am today, Thank you. Toby
P.S. Sorry the card says Happy Birthday, I didn’t look inside. Although I did miss sending you a card for that, so it kinda works xxx
Without you I would not be a fraction of the person I am today – thank you. Mom x
Happy Mothering Sunday to Mums everywhere and remember you are always your child’s Mum even if they have passed on.