Mothers Day Revisited

A couple of days late ..... but hey better late than never! Miss L could barely wait until Sunday to give me her envelope full of love! A bookmark with butterflies, a poem titled "My Super Mum', and a letter. She was particularly proud because the males in the household had made zero effort. But then I think her teacher was the instigator! Mothers Day is always a funny-ole day for me, as the last eighteen Mothers Days I have not had a mum to say thank you to. Anyhow I did survive, as I always have. When I was a kid we did not celebrate Mothers Day too hard, ever then we were not into commercialisation. Mum usually got breakfast in bed, one memorable year my youngest brother cooked her a duck's egg. Now my mum never ate eggs (apparently she had so many as a child that she was sick of them!) so for her having to eat a duck's egg and a cold one at that, showed how much she loved us kids!

I didn't get breakfast in bed, as I'm always the first out of bed, especially in the weekends it just will never happen! But I did get pancakes cut into heart shapes. After we had tidied up the house for yet another open home and had lunch, we headed out into the sunshine, which had eluded us for seven days.We went to a cafe in Mapua for a latte and a treat, a brownie for me (with walnuts - yummy!) and handcut fries for the kids.

 Then we headed to the beach at Ruby Bay for a brisk walk in the wind looking for kina shells. We managed to find three for my vase of them in the bathroom.

Then it was off to friends for a cup of tea before heading home to a box of scorched almonds left by the real estate agent. It is good to be a mum! The hubby cooked the most delicious chicken curry EVER, I think I need to keep him on as the chief weekend cook. Miss L declared it "was the best Mothers Day, ever" - she is right, well until next year.