Happy Mothers Day

It was with pleasure and pain that Mothers Day dawned on May 9th, 2010.  The day was a beaut, bright and sunny which was great, hasn't Autumn been grand?  I had spoken to Mum on the phone on Friday as she opened the box with the bouquet of carnations I had sent her by courier.  It wasn't as good as if I had delivered them but pretty much the next best thing.  On Mothers Day I txt her with more best wishes.

We surprised the Hunky Hubby's Mum with lunch at Sequoia 88.  Along for the meal was Hunky Hubby's eldest sister and afterwards we caught up with his baby sister and her baby Alex.  He's a real bubbly younster and even though he had just woken from an afternoon nap, he still had his cheeky smile for his Nana.  The meal was nice but I don't think it was the best choice of venue.  The room isn't acousticly designed to absorb noise and it was really noisey.  It didn't help that one wee youngster screamed the whole time we were there until finally the staff suggested his Mum take him out, thank goodness.  Hunky Hubby's Mum confessed she had never been taken out to lunch for Mothers Day so we were really blessed that we had that honour.

The highlight of my day as a mother was a txt from Taiza " Happy Mothers Day Mum, love you lots, thankyou for being my Mum.  Lots of love, Taiza xoxo"
His previous owner, Serena in Dunedin, sent the txt on behalf of our cute little bundle and I was just blown away.  Serena and I both raised our boys on our own, I am past the worst of it now but she is still struggling to understand an aggressive, pubescent male and hasn't had the best time of it.  It blessed me to bits that in the middle of her own troubles she had the time and inclination to think of me and Taiza on Mothers Day.  Thank you Serena, you have no idea how much your sweet gesture touched my heart.

On the flip side of that, my  own son had nothing for me on Mothers Day except verbal abuse.  He can be so sweet when there is something he needs and then he can be turned in a split second and be the kid from hell.  No hugs, no best wishes, not even a cup of tea.  I had gone to bed when I remembered my mobile in the kitchen and got up again to retreive it.  He was in the kitchen having a late snack.  I thanked him for the day 'oh yeah, happy Mothers Day' and that was it.  I didn't think my heart could sink any lower.  Two days later I was still feeling unloved and unappreciated by my family of one son.  I know Serena would share my pain, as do many others but what did we ever do to be treated with such distain?  Obviously this Mothers Day, it just wasn't about me!