Mother's Day is a very different affair these days than it used to be. First of all, I don't have my mum with me any more so there's no card buying for me or trips to see my mum. Mother's Day falls on a different day each year, two years ago it was on the 31st of March and my mum had died just three days before, so this is the third Mother's Day that I've been without her, though the second anniversary of her death isn't yet here. I thought about my mum a lot on Sunday, though if truth be told, I think a lot about her every single day of the year, I don't need a special day to bring her to my thoughts. I miss her so very much.
I try to make Mother's Day about my relationship with my own children these days, though Daniel lives over two hundred miles away, but he always calls me on the day. He sent me a card and a big box of my favourite chocolates. This year, Eleanor is in her own house and the lockdown restrictions make things difficult as we can't see each other indoors, but she did pop round with a card and some beautiful yellow roses, my favourites.
Eleanor also made me my own individual afternoon tea with sandwiches, pork pie, mini Victoria sponges, scones, lemon drizzle cake and the biggest chocolate coated strawberries I've seen in my life. All presented on a little tray which clips to the chair arm. All that was missing was a cup of tea but she could hardly make that when she was only delivering to the doorstep so Mick obliged.
It would have been nice to have a bit of a get together but a phone call with Daniel and an outdoor chat with Eleanor will have to do for this year. It was a lovely way to start this week. Mick is on holiday now until next Monday and though we're unable to travel, we're spending some time each day getting out and about close to home. Fingers crossed that the weather holds up.