I wish there were visiting hours in heaven
It is probably my imagination but there seems to be more Mothers Day advertising than ever before. Everywhere I turn, someone is pushing some “ideal gift” or “show her how much you care” gift. It is all feeling a bit blah.
It’s silly the things that set me off. Take the other night as an example – me reduced to tears all because of the gardening show on tv planting daffodil bulbs – Mum’s garden always had a lovely show each spring. But all I can do is breathe deep, paste a smile on my face and try not to look too envious when my friends tell me of their plans for Mothers Day.
But I count my blessings. I have two surrogate Mum’s who keep an eye on me and offer up words of wisdom whenever I need to hear it and often when I don’t. What more can a girl ask for.