How Can I Ever Say Thank You?

Mother’s Day – it’s the one day in the year where we are actively encouraged to make a fuss of our mums.

For weeks running up to the big day, you can’t get past the first aisle in the supermarket without being bombarded by gifts and cards for the very special woman in your life.

I’ve even noticed a definite influx of Mother’s Day related emails landing in my inbox, reminding me to order a bouquet of flowers or urging me to book a table for a Sunday lunch with mum.

There’s no doubt that it’s become massively commercialised over the years, but unlike Valentine’s Day, you can hardly begrudge handing over your hard-earned pennies to mark this particular occasion.

Even as a child, I loved to celebrate Mother’s Day.

I remember trying to get up early enough to make my mum breakfast in bed.

However, looking back, I’m not sure how welcome a gesture it was.

For starters, my mum doesn’t eat breakfast, in fact the only thing she does in the morning is have a cup of tea.

Of course, in those days I wasn’t allowed to boil the kettle, so my poor mum would have to sit in bed eating her toast and wash it all down with a delicious glass of cold water.

But then, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?

Fast forward 30 odd years and how my perspective has changed.

As a child, I would buy her a card and her favourite box of chocolates, I would give her a hug and kiss and tell her I loved her.

But it’s only now that I’m a mum myself that I can truly appreciate everything that she did for me.

Let me be clear, I love being mum to my little people, but it is the single most stressful, exhausting and difficult job I’ve ever had.

Almost every day I struggle to meet the demands of being taxi driver, chef, referee, tutor, cleaner and PA, and I’m genuinely in awe of how my mum made it look so easy.

She seemed to balance her countless tasks with ease, whereas I spend most of my time running around feeling like I’m doing lots but achieving very little.

And then there is the emotional side of being a mum – I definitely feel very heavily the weight of guiding my two children through the ups and downs of life.

However, I don’t ever remember looking at my mum and thinking she didn’t know what she was doing.

I can only hope my children grow up and see in me what I see in my mum.

Then I would know that I’ve done something right.

Being a mum is a steep learning curve but probably the biggest thing I have learned since having my own children is just how incredible my mum is.

And so I know there is nothing I can say or do, there’s no gift or card, that will ever communicate how much I love her, how much she has taught me and supported me over the years and how much I still rely upon her.

But, just in case you’re reading this Mum, it doesn’t mean I won’t at least try and make an effort tomorrow.

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