Sunday, March 13, 2016


Or, Mother's Day 2016.

Steve has no great tradition of Mother's Day observance. A phone call or text message, perhaps. In my family, I usually send my mum a card and gift in the "box of chocolates" ballpark. Following our pregnancy losses, it became one of those things that repelled me and I would just try and order the chocolates while mentally holding my breath.

For my first Mother's Day as a mother, I'd be lying if I said it didn't mean anything to me but I didn't want to make a Big (and aggressively pink) Thing out of it.

Mother's Day 2016

So here's Mother's Day. Bed. Pyjamas. Packet of biscuits. Card "to the loveliest mum in the wide world". And my baby, rapidly morphing into my little boy, comfortable and happy in my lap and looking at me as if I am indeed the loveliest mum in the whole wide world.

I'll take it. :)


Action for M.E. said...

What a gorgeous picture! Mary, I am getting in touch in a very roundabout way, so apologies for posting here but I cannot find an email address for you - I work for a UK charity and we would like to name our new booklet after your brilliant blog post about the gorilla living in your house. Obviously I don't want to do this without your permission! Please could you email me at media [at] as soon as possible? Thank you and best wishes from Clare Ogden, Head of Communications and Policy, Action for M.E.

Carie @ Space for the Butterflies said...

Sounds pretty good to me too - and what a lovely smile he's giving you too :)