Sunday will be a day where mothers all over Australia are spoiled with handmade cards, store bought flowers and gifts. For some it is the only day that a cuppa arrives for them in bed, or if you are lucky, it will be accompanied with a piece of cold, under-toasted bread with Vegemite spread way too thickly. It’s a day of pampering, spoiling and hopefully a bit of a day off from the normal motherly duties. It’s a hallmark day invented to honour the roll of mothers.
But for some women, Sunday will be a tough day. It’s a tangible yearly reminder that they are not mothers.
This post is for these women in my life.
Thank you for the time you spend in my family.
Thank you for the attention you pay to my children.
Thank you for acknowledging their individuality.
Thank you for mentoring them when they need it.
Thank you for spoiling them.
Thank you for being there for me as a mum.
Thank you for rejoicing with me when our family expanded.
Thank you for your time and your patience.
Thank you for the little things and know that these small things take up the most room in my heart.
You are worth more than a milky cup of tea, or another pair of bed socks.
*A re-post and edit of an old Mother's Day post