Out of synch

Sometimes the fact that things are carrying on at home without us is a good thing. Today was UK Mother’s Day, arriving to rather muted fanfare in a country that won’t celebrate until 12 May. I’ve spent the last two mothers days missing mine so it was nice to be in a place where no one was paying the day much notice. Mr PC got his prompt the night before during a dinner party and sweetly sorted out a squiggly card, tea and toast in bed, both lunch and dinner out and several lacy mentions of love from SmallMonkey as the day wore on. Very nice thank you please.

I loved Mother’s Day as a child and it’s lovely that I now get crumbs in bed too. It’s a funny hallmark of a day, though: great if you have a mum, brilliant if you ARE a mum, rubbish if your mum’s dead and dismal if you never got to be a mum but always wanted to. I score 2 out of 4, 1 up and 1 down, so I get the sad missing stuff and the loved-up family stuff, which puts me in the halfway position of those of us who feel a little sad but love getting all the attention. This low-key Singapore version was ideal.

I don’t talk about Mum much on here. If you’re reading this because I twisted your arm on Facebook or shoved a link under your nose, then you won’t be looking to swot up on my old life, it’ll be the new stuff you’re after. But it’s Mother’s Day, though. So what to say?

Sometimes I think about her and sometimes she is just, simply, here. And sometimes she isn’t. She popped by earlier on but not for long. She visits at the strangest of times and not just for something as plastic as this. And she doesn’t ‘visit’ – she’s not standing in the kitchen with big sad eyes making a cup of tea. She’ll just suddenly be with me in a way I can’t describe, nor do I want to try. She deserves an entire library of words and that won’t and can’t happen here. Her brief drive-by today was clearly a gentle acknowledgement of the date – no doubt she spent a long time with my sister later on. I hope she did.

Everyone had a mother. Love to you all.

12 thoughts on “Out of synch

  1. Beautiful way with words Moo, as always. In my head, everyone’s a little bit of a mum. Even the men. x

  2. Oh the prickly sting of tears, Mo. Thinking of my own mum who is still sorely missed and trying not to be disappointed when I remind myself that I am not an ‘English’ mother. I shall look ahead instead to ‘Egyptian’ Mother’s Day on 21st March. Hopefully then I’ll get my mutterings of love and a cup of coffee that I didn’t actually make myself. X

  3. Lovely girl. Kisses from here. Good to remember them, wherever we are and whatever the day xx

  4. Mo, this is lovely. Bittersweet Mother’s Day spot onningly summed up. Lots and lots of love to you x x x x x

  5. Well said Mo(o). I miss your Mum too, and I am glad she is popping around from time to time…… Say hi from me next time… RoseyB x

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