As it’s Mother’s Day, I thought I’d write you a letter. To say thank you. And all the other things I never say.
I want you to know that I can already see that being a Mummy is not an easy job. You tell me this sometimes. But even if you didn’t, I can tell by the strained tone in your voice, your backcombed hair and the bags under your eyes. You still look beautiful, by the way.
I also know that looking after me takes up so much time that you’re left with very little for yourself. I wish I could do more to help you. I am trying, I promise. One day, I will be able to tie my shoes on my own, pack my school bag myself and clean my teeth properly. All on my own. Then I’ll probably be giving you other things to worry about.
Until I’m bigger though, I get that looking after me is hard. I take too long to get ready in the morning. I play with my toys when I should be listening. I get easily distracted when you ask me to do something. But, I probably don’t need to tell you that. I think you know already.
Sometimes you get cross with me because of these things. I’m sorry about that. Because I never, ever mean to make you cross. I want you to be happy. Because I am happy when I know that you are happy with me.
You often joke that you are a ‘bad mummy.’ But I know deep down you sometimes think you are. I want you to know that I never think you’re a bad mummy. There is no other mummy in the whole, wide world that I would rather have. Not a mummy who does crafts. Not a mummy who always remembers everything. Not a mummy who never shouts. Me and my friends don’t think those mums exist anyway.
Because it doesn’t matter to me if you forget to give me a snack after school. Or if you sometimes lose your temper. It does, however, matter to me just a little bit when you forget it’s tuck shop day at school. So could you try to remember that, please?
Life is so busy for you that I think you forget how simple my needs are. You are always trying so hard to please everyone and make sure everyone is ok. Well, you don’t need to, Mummy. Because we are fine. And we will be fine even if you try just a little bit less. You are amazing, just as you are.
So, thank you, Mummy. For always being there. For making me the most important person in your life. For giving up so much for me.
This is why I wake you up early and dither at bedtime. Not because I want to annoy you. But because you are the first person I want to see in the morning and the last person I want to tuck me in at night.
Because you are my mum.
And you rock.
Happy Mother’s Day.
PS I hope you like the ABBA CD. It looked pretty awful to me. But Daddy seemed to think you’d love it. Each to their own, I guess.