Mother’s Day

I hope you Mums all had a lovely day on Sunday.  I only saw half the family.  Scott was on a film shoot all day, and we Skyped the family in Sydney, so it was still a lovely day.  Since I wasn’t up to full speed we just had afternoon tea.


Mondays around here have evolved into my cooking day.  I seem to spend the day doing kitchen stuff and getting generally organised for the week.  Even when I had Chemo on the Friday, the bad side effects don’t hit till around Tuesday as my blood count drops, so Monday I still am able to potter round enjoying myself.  Hayley and Ben bought me a Pizza Stone as part of my Mother’s Day present so I was keen to get going with some dough.  I ended up doing Foccacia Bread which I didn’t use the stone for but cooked it in a baking tray.  I think my yeast which has been in the freezer for years, had died, so it wasn’t rising like it was supposed to.  I ended up shoving it in the oven and cooking it anyway, and it was delicious.  I really don’t think you can go wrong with breads, they usually end up edible even if they are not beautiful.


Being a Mum is such a blessing and I know it is hard for the women who have tried to have babies and have not been able to as yet.  I always feel for them on Mother’s Day when Mum’s get honoured and given a gift at Churches and Schools.  But, some of the women who have done the most for children world wide have never biologically given birth. Mother Teresa one of the world’s best known names never had a child herself, yet was a mother to thousands.  We all have an opportunity to influence the circles we move in and input in a constructive way into the lives we touch.  There is so much negativity in the world and others ready to point out our failings I would encourage you to be the one who takes the time to be kind or encouraging to others when a moment presents itself, it has the potential to make such a difference to a persons day.

I have noticed guys usually love their Mothers, so don’t make the mistake as a daughter in law of running down his Mum, even if she is an old bat.  There is some weird bond between Sons and Mums.

I know Mother’s Day has become quite commercial, which I don’t really agree with, but, thinking back on my life as a Mother, the sleepless nights, the school lunches, the pick ups, the drop offs, the homework and years of work, I know they didn’t ask to be born, and we did it because we love our families, but, I do think we deserve a special day where the kids say thank you.

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