I’m lying in the hammock that last weekend my husband remembered we owned and promptly strung up between an ageing grevillea tree and a post that holds up the front part of our patio.
The kids are waiting to capture my fall – and that of the tree and/or house – on video. They are also mocking my strategically positioned side table and cup of tea.
Mock away, I say. It’s Mother’s Day. It’s my 16th Mother’s Day if we’re going to get statistical about this.
My 16th Mother’s Day without my mum.
And my husband’s 5th Mother’s Day without his mum.
We don’t dwell on it but it’s there. The people not at our breakfast or lunch table on the second Sunday in May.
Instead we dwell on are the people who ARE here and this year we got to share the weekend (and much good food, champagne and pinot noir) with my dad and my step-mum, a wonderful, amazing woman who took on three kids at the age of 25 and loved us as her own.
That’s a huge, huge thing. Something I truly didn’t understand until I turned the same age.
Mothering takes on many forms and today is about celebrating them all … and a little indulgence or two thrown in for good measure.
Here’s how my indulging went down … (BTW I think I’ve got it down to a fine art form)
How was your day?