Weeks old: 40
I like: Clambering on things, grass, my singing book, boobs
Mummy is learning: To watch me carefully if I am playing near the stairs
Unlike everywhere else in the world, in the UK Mothers’ Day is celebrated on the last Sunday of March. Apparently “Mothering Sunday” is related to Easter, which is why it’s in March. The rest of the world has adopted the USA’s day of celebration in May, which was set up after mothers’ groups campaigned following the Civil War. So now you know.
This year Mothers’ Day fell on 26 March and it was my first one as a mum. My mum lives in South Africa, so I have always celebrated with her in May (usually long-distance). Since Mr O and I have been together, I have celebrated with Mrs O Senior, who is like a second mum to me, so it’s always been a special day any way.
This year we invited the O Seniors to join us for lunch so we could spend the day together. Initially Mr O said he was going to cook and give me the day off but it didn’t quite work out like that and I spent most of the day cooking.
I think I am supposed to complain about this but I really enjoy cooking and I very rarely get to cook anything elaborate anymore. Plus Mr O and I share household duties. It was nice to potter around the kitchen for hours without having to worry about Little O and I had already enjoyed a cup of tea in bed along with a cute card, some fancy chocolate and Lush bath products.
We had a lovely family lunch together and then as it was a lovely day, we headed down to the park. Little O is crazy about the swings and we all love watching how excited he gets kicking his little legs as he flies through the air.
Throughout the day I reflected on the fact that I am now a mother. Although I look after Little O for at least some portion of every day and he is always at the forefront of my mind, I still sometimes can’t believe that it’s real. It is both the most important and the most ordinary job in the world. It is ordinary in the fact that every body has a mother and so many women taken on the role but important in the way that for the mother and child/children involved it is one of the most significant relationships of their lives and it shapes who both of them become as people. While Little O won’t remember our first Mothers’ Day together, I know it will always have a fond place in my heart.
Most of this week’s pictures are from our Mothers’ Day trip to the park.