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Mothering Sunday (the reality)

Here in the UK, yesterday was Mother's Day. Despite being in a lockdown and the usual meals out and walks to meet people being cancelled, you couldn't fail to notice.

People were posting all over social media wishing their mums the best day, expressing caring sentiments for those who have lost their mums or their children. Sharing photos of their "Super Mums" and in some cases the amazing gifts they received.

Even as a single mum, I have a good enough relationship with my ex that he took our son out and supported him in choosing some gifts for me.

In the most caring of ways, Little Legs woke me at before 6am and proceeded to pester me until I agreed to get up. My biggest laugh of the day was when he gave me the present he was most proud of, the one he was sure said, "Super Mum".....



I don't have the heart to tell him the truth! 💙

Before the day could really kick off we did a reproduction of a Mother's Day video from a few years ago. His silliness is refreshing and keeps me young.

After seeing my lovely mum and spending a bit of jigsaw time with her, Mother's Day came back down to earth with a bump.

I spent the day packing boxes for our imminent house move, cleaning, cooking, and playing mindless video games with Little Legs.

But you know what? I loved it. All of those things, I do for the love of my son. I do them to keep him safe and happy, to provide him with the best life, to make him smile and laugh. Mother's Day just reinforces to me what I'm here for, who I'm here for.

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