I’ve seen this idea somewhere on the internet and what a fantastic idea it is. Basically, if you’re a mother grab a journal and give it to your kids prior to Mother’s Day so they can decorate a page each year. When they’re older they might like to write you a note. If you’re not a mother, give it to your own mother – it’s never too late to start a tradition. Better yet, suggest it to the husband of a mother so he can surprise her with the very thoughtful new family ritual (it works for Father’s Day too of course).
This is the first year we’ll be starting the tradition. I let my three year old choose one for Mummy and Daddy. I think I might take a polaroid of myself with the kids and stick it in there too. I love the idea that instead of cards all these precious memories are kept in one journal and it’s certainly better than getting caught up in the all the mass marketed consumerism of the “you only love your mother if you buy her …” lie. All a Mum needs is to be reminded of what an amazing job she’s doing and how much her kids love her.
Quick, get out there and grab a journal ready for this Sunday!
Blah I kinda hate Mothers Day. It used to be a cute day as a kid where you’d make your Mum a macaroni necklace, cook her breakfast in bed and just generally be well behaved and nice to her for a day. Oh how things have changed. TV is overrun with ‘Special Mothers Day Shopping’ advertisements along the lines of “Tell your Mum you love her…. with this 18 carot gold necklace”. Yeah right. Since when did buying something tell your Mum that you love her?
So I thought I’d share with you my family’s Mothers Day tradition…… BREAKFAST. Yep, it’s that simple. Nothing says ‘I love you’ than a wholesome homecooked meal. Our family all get together and my sister and I cook all the Mums (Aunts, Grandmas etc) a breakfast (or sometimes brunch) and generally celebrate the Mums and their awesomeness. For my Mum, having me cook her something delicious and gluten free is a real treat (you’re rarely catered for when you’re gluten intolerant!).
Some delicious food I’ve kept my eye on that might be cooked up this Sunday:
Unfortunately I miss out by only a few weeks on having my first Mothers Day. I’m still trying to figure out whether becoming a mother myself means my sister has to do everything next year? Hmmmm.