Matching nails after my pre-school pampering session, thank you gorgeous Edward.xx
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day here in Australia, a day when little fingers fumble with unfamiliar domestic tasks to spread jam stickily over toast, and little mouths pucker up to give extra kisses. It is also a day of sadness for so many without their darling mums. We always think of Granny Heather and keenly feel her absence. I mourn her especially for my boys who she so adored.
Granny Heather with William, who turns eight tomorrow, on New Year’s Eve 2007.
The most poignant moment of Sunday was following a family in the Mother’s Day Classic who wore on their backs a variety of messages for one person; ‘Mum’, ‘Mother-in-law’ and ‘Grandma’ scribbled in a childish hand. The atmosphere at the event struck me again, the hope and determination of everyone there palpable.
MDC ‘selfie’ with Carm, remembering her Mum.
Dressing gowns, big hair, loving the sea of pink.
We bumped into some friends of ours, a family who, like us, has three boys who are being asked at the moment for bravery such as is asked of too many as they support their mum through her treatment. Seeing them walking together (Mum too) was inspiration indeed. My love to all those I know who are fighting this dreadful illness. You are all, without exception, unspeakably brave and I am proud to be your friend.
Setting off – the boys were not in the mood for photos at 7.30 am!
My friend, a fellow supporter of the bumbling Scottish rugby team, was at the forefront of my mind.
I was also the very lucky recipient of some thoughtful and beautiful gifts…
William was persuaded by the best year 6 sales patter to purchase some night cream – “you put in on before you go to sleep Mummy and you wake up beautiful”…oh for the hope of youth. Thank you my divine eldest child!
Luckily I get a yes whenever I need a hug, but just in case…
(By the way, I did get a pressie from Sam – a bag of delicious choc chip cookies, eaten before they could be photographed!
Edward’s teacher made much of the attention to detail he showed when composing this portrait – a little too much for my liking since he insisted on some brown as well as yellow for the hair. Time for a touch-up of the old roots!
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