Problems with presents and picture perfect mother’s days: I’ll take a cuddle with my mum and my baby any day.
Mother’s Day 2018 was my first ever Mother’s Day as a mum. I was excited. Growing up, it was always me who had insisted that Mother’s Day was special and that my mum’s should just sit with her feet up while my (reluctant) sister and I waited on her. It never normally went that way though. My mum isn’t a breakfast person so didn’t really enjoy breakfast in bed, and she’s also such a whirlwind that there was never any way my sister and I could have done everything she did so she could put her feet up. And she wouldn’t have wanted us to. She actually liked doing some of those things and would end up following behind us re-doing them anyway. So by lunch time we would have ‘helped’ prepare lunch by peeling the carrots and that would be pretty much it.
Despite this annual flop, I was very excited for my first Mother’s Day! I had visions of flowers, breakfast in bed, smiles and cuddles with my little chick, maybe a personalised gift (or two!), a big fuss. I do like a fuss!
A side note for some relevant info about me: I am a bit materialistic, I like stuff. It doesn’t have to be expensive stuff in my defence! I just like stuff, a thing to look at and think, for example, ‘Awh, that’s what I had for my first Mother’s Day.’ I’m a particular fan of personalised or handmade stuff. I eagerly await the day the little chick starts bringing home paintings and crafts from school.
Secondly, linked to the point above, I am a great gift buyer. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet, but I am. I put a lot of thought into buying gifts for people because I want it to bring them joy. Christmas takes me all year because I think so carefully about what to buy everyone and then I’m so happy when I find the right thing I just want to give it to them straight away!
Anyway, back to Mother’s Day. The above character traits meant that Daddy Nuthatch was feeling the pressure. He can be a good gift buyer when he tries, but he is often so busy with work that he is usually a last minute shopper. This is what happened the Saturday before Mother’s Day when he confessed he didn’t know what to get me. I find this frustrating as to me it seems so obvious if you do the thinking:I always lose my keys because they rattle around loose in my pocket- a key ring with a picture of the baby would be a good gift. I love to read the baby stories- a Mummy story would be a good gift. (Chick has lots of ‘My Daddy is the best’ stories, because I buy them for Daddy Nuthatch to read with him. It seems a bit egotistical to buy a ‘My Mummy is the best’ book for me to read to him, but wouldn’t it make a lovely gift?!) The list of obvious gifts really could go on and on in my opinion. Daddy Nuthatch kindly bought me a Nomination bracelet as a present when the chick was born (see, he can be good at gifts!), so as a last resort I added that he could even buy me a link for that if he was really stuck but the other suggestions are cheaper and more personal and I’d be just as happy if not more so with them. Off he plodded to town.
The Big Day!
Chick wakes up at 6am after a night punctuated by feeds and lost dummies. He usually wakes up smiling. Not today- he is constipated. (He had his jabs a few days earlier and they always mess with him). So I get him in bed, give him lots of cuddles, bicycle legs and belly rubs. Eventually it pays off. Daddy Nuthatch offers to get up and deal with it, but it but was the kind of offer where he still had his eyes closed so I just rolled mine and trotted off to the changing table. But it wasn’t over. Half way through the change, poor little chick starts screaming again bless him, and the next thing I know I have a hand full of green poo. Happy Mother’s Day. Thanks Chick.
All cleaned up, I give Chick to Daddy so I can have a shower- first Mother’s Day treat! When I get out they are both back asleep. Ok, Daddy gets a lie in on Mother’s Day, that’s fine. So I go and get a coffee and find my gift. A link for my bracelet and a card off each of them. Lovely.
Half way down my coffee I hear Chick has woken up so I go up and dress him in his best outfit and off we go round Nanna Nuthach’s for dinner. Daddy isn’t coming, he’s too busy working (there’s also an important football match on the tv and no fooling me!).
When we arrive at the Nuthatch Farm, we go in with our gifts for Nanna and she whips chick out of my arms and sends me to the kitchen to make tea. Ok. Five minutes later they return, Chick is holding a balloon that says ‘No.1 Mum’ and my mum hands me a gift bag. Awh! Inside is a card that with a picture of him on and inside she has held a pen in his little hand to write ‘Mumma’ on the envelope. Heart explodes.
As a gift she has bought me a pair of shaper jeans because I can’t get in my old size 8s yet and have been feeling frumpy so these should get me feeling somewhere near normal and more importantly, out of my maternity jeans! Nanna Nuthatch, my friends, is the best mum in the world. I’m not even her mum and she has made my Mother’s Day. Apparently she is so proud of what a good mum I am that she wanted to treat me. Awh. I learned it all from the best Nanna Nuthatch, and that’s you.
Then we gave Nanna her gifts:
Her favourite perfume and flowers off me, and off the chick a Nan mug to take to the office, an ‘I love you to the moon and back’ shopper (that’s what she always tells him), and a phone case brandished with lots of pictures of him as she is always rummaging in her bag for loose photos to show people.
Suddenly we felt guilty as we hadn’t actually bought anything for the Chick even though he was the catalyst of all this love and soppiness. Mum guilt- still getting used to that one!
After that our day was pretty much like any other Sunday. I should have known! We enjoyed a lovely Sunday roast, played and napped. Job done. Nanna Nuthatch had even added a little sign to my desert saying ‘Happy 1st Mother’s Day!’ Cute.
Although this was a very long story where very little happens, I feel like it was worth sharing for several reasons.
- To show that not everyone has an Instagram perfect Mother’s Day and that’s ok.
- To show that a token of appreciation doesn’t have to cost a lot, it’s the thought that counts.
- To show that sometimes mum to mum appreciation is just the best because as mums we know how hard it is to be one so it’s extra nice to say to another mum ‘you’re doing a good job, well done’.
On Mother’s Day, dads might not always pull a blinder, sometimes just turning up is enough from them, but we should be able to count on each other to have each other’s backs. I have found that the mummy community is a strong one in more ways than one, and I am grateful for it, just as I am grateful for my own mum, every day. Hope you had a great Mother’s Day Mummies, whatever shape it took. I’m off to take the chick to town to buy some new stories with ‘My Mummy is the Best’ themes! If you want something doing, do it yourself! That’s another pearl of wisdom from Nanna Nuthatch. We all have the best gift we could ask for anyway, our beautiful babies!