This year I decided to ditch my version of mother’s day and put a bit more effort into the whole thing. I decided to do some research on the origins of Mother’s Day. I found that the tradition began in 1924 when Janet Heyden visited the Newington State Home for Women. She discovered lonely and forgotten mothers living in the home. She took it upon herself to cheer them up by bringing these women gifts each year and so started the Mother’s Day tradition.
Now I realise that there is more to Mother’s Day than a bouquet of flowers and signing a pre-messaged mother’s day card (which I have been doing for a while). I realise how much I treasure you, Mum and I cannot imagine life without you; had you not been there I have no idea who I would be today and for that, I honour you as my mother.
Traditionally, a bouquet of chrysanthemums would suffice (since it has a mum in it at the end) and a pretty Mother’s Day card with just the right words, I realise flowers wither and die, the card tears and can be forgotten or misplaced.
Mum, I love and cherish you. As a child you waved your hands and sang a song and breakfast was served, you weaved a fine life for me from your nimble fingers and a flick of your hair, with unicorns and bubbles and a stern warning you vanquished the Bogey Man from my room. And all this seemed to be effortless and for this I am grateful.
So this year I decided that my gift to you is a creation of a new tradition. I want to spend this year with you over a cup of tea, doing what people in the old days did: sit around in the gardens whispering secrets to each other, gossiping about Mr. Tolbert’s unkempt beard, laughing at life’s experiences, tea parties with Aunty June and cousin Mandy, receiving your wisdom in the illustrative ways you supply it, blindly allowing time to waltz by without us taking notice.
My gift to you is Tea; let us create a tradition of conversation with:
Let us celebrate you, Mum, for the rest of our lives over a cup of tea and forge memories in a teacup. For the moments we are together just you and me.
All my love,