Mother's Day

Mother’s Day was perfect this year. It was the first year that The Boy fully understood the idea of a special day for celebrating mothers. He put a touching amount of thought into buying me a present and he worked hard to make sure my day was a lovely one. I was promised a pancake breakfast and a chocolate cake for after dinner but neither eventuated. I was, however, the joyful recipient of a garden gnome courtesy of the primary school Mother’s Day stall. The Boy handed it over, bouncing on his toes with excitement, bursting with pride at his purchase which he knew I would absolutely love to bits. And he was right of course – how could I not be delighted by something that was given with so much love?

We put together one of our traditional slacker's picnics (a large bag of Baker’s Delight stuff and some bottles of flavoured milk) and went out to Wentworth common for lunch. The Chicken is always at her best when she is outdoors and had a wonderful time crawling around, investigating other people’s picnics, and pointing out every plane that flew overhead. The boy is still thrilled at his newfound ability to ride his bike without training wheels and decided to put it to the ultimate test by riding up the large hill that overlooks the common.

It was lovely to spend the whole day together as a family like that – a whole day blissfully free of the simmering frustration and crankiness that sleep deprivation has made commonplace around here recently.