It was Mother’s Day in UK yesterday. Yes, we like to do things differently! My parents stayed for the weekend and I took my mum out for dinner — and we graciously let our husbands come along too!
I confess I’m a bit ambivalent about Mother’s Day. I put it in the same category as Valentine’s Day. You shouldn’t need a Hallmark-sponsored day of the year to allow you feel comfortable with expressing your love and appreciation to someone dear to you. I try to ensure my mum knows how much I love her through how we interact each and every day of the year, not just a random date in March. I’m not a grand gesture kind of person; I’m more the quietly steadfast type. But still, my mum loves a card and pressie along with all the other mums so that’s part of what I do for her, whatever my own opinion is!
And my mum let me sneak out inconveniently early on Mother’s Day so that I could get to yoga class. She doesn’t really get why I need to do yoga, she just knows I do. She doesn’t understand why I don’t eat meat, why I’m learning Sanskrit, why my bookshelf is filled with strange titles, why I sat in (my attempt at) gomukhasana and half padmasana while we chatted at home… She accepts all these newly odd things about me (and all the old old things too!) because they’re important to me.
And although it was her day not mine, she gave me a card too! So although my mum doesn’t practice yoga, she lives and breathes love and acceptance. If I do indeed sparkle, it’s because I have a jewel of a mum to show me how it’s done!