It’s Mother’s Day and I hope all the mums are enjoying a nice lazy lie-in or tea and toast in bed (although most likely with the kids jumping on you and stealing the second slice).
I imagine at this point you might expect me to list all the things I would have liked for Mothering Sunday (a nice hot bath, a chance to read Grazia in peace, a pee on my own). And whilst all those things would be lovely, I’d like to do something a little unusual for me and say how lucky I feel today.
A friend once told me that she thought Coffee, Kids & Ice Cream was quite negative, that I used the blog to have a moan (I have to admit I love a good whinge), that I didn’t really appear happy. This couldn’t be further from the truth. Anyone who really knows me knows I’m an oversharer. I always deliver too much information. The more disgusting and embarrassing the story the better (#sorrynotsorry!) and the same applies to my experience of parenthood. I am not the mum who “cherishes every moment” and I don’t like to even try and paint the perfect picture. Not because I don’t love being a parent, but because I find it bloody hard and I think it’s important to be honest. I don’t want to pretend I’m loving every moment, I’m not. In one day the rollercoaster of emotions I feel ranges from joy, to frustration, to guilt, to pride and every emotion in between, usually resulting in an occasional sob, some serious self-doubt and the odd Arthur Fowler moment. But the one emotion that overrides all of this day in, day out, is love.
This week I got chatting to a really lovely lady in the park as Raffy attempted to steal her dog’s ball (sorry again!) but after a few minutes chit chat about our families she revealed she had lost a child. I was shocked and overwhelmed with sadness for her. I was also a little embarrassed when I realised the most upsetting thing for me that morning was trying figure out how to fill the hour between the end of Piccolo and picking Coco up from playgroup. A total non-problem.
I am so lucky. Not just for my two healthy children, but for my husband who does more than his fair share of child rearing, and of course for my own amazing mum. I have no reason but to feel loved and happy today, but sadly I realise this isn’t the case for everyone.
I understand that Mothering Sunday isn’t filled simply with flowers and sweet sentiments for everybody, but for some, for a variety of reasons, the day brings a degree of sadness and pain. So the one thing I don’t want to appear today of all days is ungrateful.
Being a mum is a messy business, both physically and emotionally, but I am grateful every day and especially today.