I had a sudden memory of me railing at my mother many years ago probably as a sullen teenager.
“You can’t expect me to be grateful. I did not ask to be born and I did not ask you to adopt me. You did it because you wanted to”.
I stood outside school this afternoon watching children with their offerings for their mums for Mothering Sunday. Bags with little gifts and very individual cards. Some brandished them with pride and others had them hidden ready to “surprise” Mum on Sunday.
Ah yes, Mothers’ Day the one day of the year when it is possible although by no means guaranteed for Mum to be put first.
I get my mum more now that I am one.
I think most of us sign up for the motherhood deal not really knowing what it entails and then some of us just have sex and go “Oops” when the penny drops that there is a bun in the oven. Or maybe I just hope that is the case or else I am up for the worst mum in the world award.
Maybe it is just me but there are some aspects of being a mum I do not like one bit.
Having to be vigilant about the children all the time so that you really don’t have time to care for yourself too.
The parenting police and constant research surveys telling you loud and clear you are doing it all wrong.
The way that ear wax can appear in ears and stains on jumpers seconds before the school run begins.
The way you constantly have to remind them what should be pretty basic like “Please flush the loo” and “If you could clean your teeth, it would make Mum really happy”
The obsessions with all things gaming that I get approximately not at all.
The things you find under sofas and drawers
The monotony of school runs
Looking back, I have this sepia image of myself as a good girl. The sins I admit to are ..
Hiding poo in a wardrobe once – yes really.
Ironing the stairs for mum and leaving the iron there so that my Mum fell down and had a bad arm for life as a result
Obsessions with stamp and doll collections.
Breaking two valuable ornaments and gluing them together and painting them with a kid’s paint set to hide my crime
Moodiness – some things never change!
Not introducing Mum to friends at Cambridge. I did not mean anything by this but it hurt her.
You took on someone else’s baby when you were in middle-age and could have given yourself a much easier ride.
You said on your deathbed you had spent too much time cleaning. As you know, I feel this already.
You cooked the most amazing meals on a daily basis.
You went out and cleaned for other people so that I could have little treats.
You always bought me a gift after dental appointments.
You told me I would never be lonely so long as I continued to read books.
You taught me to aspire.
You fought my corner however powerful the authority figure.
You introduced me to Cointreau on the Rocks.
You were amazing and it might be a little late but I hope you know that whether I “should” be or not, I am very grateful.
Somehow I have to work out a new way so that I am good enough to be your daughter.
And suddenly Mum is my ear saying “They won’t come knocking on your door. You’ll have to get out there and do something about it”
Once, twice, three times a lady – that was my Mam.