It’s Mothering Sunday today! Apparently we have one every year. I know because Mummy told me.
She explained it all
to me as we were driving to Auntie Karen’s house this morning. About half way through her explanation I fell asleep but I think I gathered the gist of it. In case you were wondering, this is Faris by the way. Nanni was all emotional after the exciting
day we have had so it has been left to me to place everything on record via the Daily Blog.
I still don’t understand the once a year business. My mummy spends
every day mothering me. Quite frankly I’m not sure how I’d manage if she didn’t. Daddy’s pretty good too – apparently there is a Father’s Day once a year but nobody ever calls it Fathering Sunday. I wonder why that is? There
are so many things that still puzzle me. I expect by the time I am older, say fifteen months or so, a lot of things will seem much clearer.
We bought Nanni a massive
bunch of flowers. Mummy said they were called tulips and sang a song about “Tulips from Amsterdam.” So strange, I thought we bought them from Tesco’s. As I have told you before, there are far too many things which have more than one
name IMHO. (Did you see that? I have almost turned into a teenager already, using Internet Slang. It must be Jack and Hazel’s influence rubbing off on me after spending all day in their company.) It didn’t occur to me to buy Mummy flowers for Mothering
Sunday but I did make her a truly fabulous card at Nursery, with my photo in it and everything. In the photo I am holding a red heart shaped cushion to show her how much I love her – though I think she knows that anyway especially as I can do kisses
now. Sometimes they are a bit slobbery but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Auntie Karen is a Mummy too though obviously not mine. Nanni is my Mum’s
mum and also Auntie Karen’s, Auntie Anne’s and Uncle Steven’s. I don’t know how she manages to be Mum to all four of them, I need every single bit of my Mummy’s attention.
Hazel bought her Mummy a bracelet with these words written on it: “There’s no better friend than my Mum.” It made Auntie Karen cry. Nanni also cried which was frankly just ridiculous as it wasn’t
even her present. My Daddy says he has spent ten years trying to understand the women in our family and he’s not half-way there yet.
Dave was cooking the dinner. It is my cousin Eleanor who has christened him Uncle Dunk’em Dave after last year’s Family Seaside Day when he dunked her in the sea. Next year he will have me to reckon with, I am a dab hand at swimming
underwater. I have my Ducklings certificate to prove it. While Uncle Dave was cooking dinner, we went to the park. Auntie Karen said there was no need to take the buggy because everyone could take turns carrying me. Ha, ha, she just didn’t realise how
big I am now, all 22 pounds of me. I take some carrying.
We had a great time at the park. My cousin Hazel thought the baby slide was not very adventurous so we
went on the really big slide. She was quite OK, though, because I was sitting in front of her, making sure she wasn’t scared. We enjoyed it so much that we did it again. And again.
I am glad we have Mothering Sunday every year. It will give me something else to look forward to. Nanni says that this day is every bit as special whether your mother is right there beside you or far away or even maybe a happy memory.
Nanni also says Mothering Sunday isn’t just about presents and cards and flowers, however lovely they are. Mostly, she says, it’s all about love.
Nanni is generally right, I've found.