Is it Mother's Day?

Now this isn't a feel-sorry-for-me post; it's simply factual.

My mum died fifty years ago when I was in my late teens. As I went through university, got married, had children, I didn't have a mother figure around. I had my gran for some of that time. She was definitely a strong female role model but nurturing in a soft way wasn't her style. She looked after me and virtually brought me up but, well, as my cousin said this week, "I remember your gran as scary." That's the way most people seem to remember her!

I only mention this today because I've seen lots of Facebook posts thanking all the mothers, not only biological but those who took the place or filled a gap, who listened and supported. I didn't have one of those.

But as I said to Husband, "I think I did an okay job of raising our children anyway. They seem quite nice."

Husband is doing a very good job of looking after me today. Yesterday he brought me flowers and caramel-filled chocolate buttons. This morning it was breakfast in bed and tonight he's cooking dinner. He's also given me the only card I've received today.

We both know that's not true. He is right more often than I am, but it's nice of him to pretend.

Daughter: no card because Covid-infected household.

Elder Son: no card because he has suddenly developed an over-active environmental conscience - but he did bring me a lovely lavender plant.

Younger Son: no card because it's not Mother's day in Italy so it didn't register with him.

We had a lovely walk in the sunshine this morning and then I did a bit of my new jigsaw. I think I could be here some time.