This was my 2nd mothers day without my mum, but my third as a mama. It is a magical day as for so long we really believed that we might not have a little one.
I was spoilt, a beautiful handmade bag from Etsy. One hubby took so much time and love to find and order, and so sneakily too – well done! A card brought to me in bed with a cheery ‘happy moffers day mummy’ (sung to the tune of happy birthday). A card she picked herself, complete with badge (which she pilfered and carried about all day) and scrambled egg on toast with Moose.
We went over to our favorite market after hubby did his run. Fresh veggies, handmade sausages in bread and music all combined to be wonderful. After buying what we needed we headed across the park to the playground and madam enjoyed the swings and seesaw (and stripped down as temps soared to 23 degrees)
She wore her mama made dress with no complaints and charmed everyone. We watched her interactions and character in wonder; where did this amazing little person come from? I am so very lucky to be her mama. It was a beautiful feeling to be out and about with my family, to be enjoying the small bits of life that make up the patchwork that we treasure and memorise.
At the market
Having a boogie to the music
Some mama time to look at beautiful things
Family time, watching my pair enjoying a book while I cook up supper.
I paused a few times to remember my mum too, in those moments that I was savouring as so special, it struck me that there where the moments that I would have shared, chattered about, and used as sparks to ignite memories and reminiscence of our own mothers days when I was the card giver, the cheeky little person demanding ‘one more swing’ or more cuddles.