This year, Mothers’ Day was a pretty awesome day. Sleep in, pancakes for breakfast, lunch made for me, a nap in the afternoon and generally waited on hand-and-foot.
But. And it’s a big but. Somebody should have told my daughter that it was Mothers’ Day. Would not let me pick her up all day – it was ‘Josh! Josh! Josh!’ and she was having a daddy day. No cuddles or kisses (although I did manage to sneak a cuddle before bed. This morning when Josh was going to leave for work he asked her for a cuddle and she came up to him, kissed him square on the cheek and gave him a big squeeze. When I left she just said goodbye.
Now – to be fair – she often has mummy days – so I often welcome daddy days. But Mothers’ Day?! It’s a pity that 2 year olds don’t understand the concept.
And naturally, when I came home from work today – sick with an impending flu, exhausted and pretty hungry – it was at that moment that she decided to go back to being a mummy’s girl. And really, stroking a little one’s head when they are teething, upset and overtired when you are tired, groggy, sick and hungry is what motherhood is all about.
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