
20/03/2025
I've been thinking back over significant Mothers Days over the years, and funnily enough, this one was one of the ones that came to mind.
This was one of the years my husband was away in the Lebanon and myself and the kids were really missing him.
Each morning started with the inevitable question "when will dad be home," and the day would end in the exact same way.
I found this chapter of motherhood particularly difficult as I couldn't take away their sadness, all we could do is talk about what we loved about him and wonder what he was up to or what he would eat for dinner etc.
I remember this day. We were mid Covid, no childcare, and working remotely when the doorbell went. This was a foreign concept at the time as noone had unexpected visitors. The three of us flew to the door.
As you can imagine, the excitement of the delivery was what really made them so special. The teddy was whipped immediately, as you can see. My son was thrilled with the accompanied balloon, and I was genuinely chuffed with my delivery.
Little did they know he would be home in a matter of weeks to surprise them β€οΈ
The hardest job on earth is being a mam, but it's the most rewarding by a mile, and all m**s, everywhere, deserve to be celebrated π₯³
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