Monday, 11 March 2013

Mothers' Day

So yesterday was my first Mothers Day.  A day I wondered if I would ever celebrate.

I wondered how Missy would feel.  Would she play up, would she miss her birth mother, would she be delightful?

I thought I'd be gushing with emotion on my first Mothers Day.  But I wasn't.  To be honest, I wasn't sure how I'd feel or was supposed to feel.  I felt a bit underwhelmed by my feelings.  But I feel this is far more down to the hype of Mothers Day, much like Valentines Day, from the card companies and the supermarkets.

I actually had a lovely day in practice.  I had breakfast in bed and Missy gave me a card she had made earlier in the week.  I received a gorgeous top from Missy and some beautiful yellow roses.  Daddy made the most scrumptious lunch (pork loin with marmalade and roasted veg - he really is a good cook) and whilst he was cooking, Missy dressed up as a princess rock star and put on a short show, with some awesome guitar moves.  I was instructed to sit down by Missy and rest (although I did put some washing on)  and we played a couple of games.  I spoke to my lovely mum on the phone (who I took out to breakfast today).  All in all a very relaxing day.  I can't even remember if Missy had a tantrum.

I have to admit we didn't talk about birth mum with Missy.  She didn't mention birth mum at all. If she had, we would certainly have talked. I'm sure in years to come we will.

Yesterday was about me and Missy.  Selfish?  Maybe.  But I've waited so long to receive that homemade card.  And I've had a crappy three or four weeks and I just wanted to enjoy yesterday. Now that I've got past my first Mothers Day, I can relax and not worry about how I should feel.






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