The first time I became a mother on Mother’s Day, my husband wanted to celebrate it and have a nice meal out in a restaurant. He even booked it a month in advance. And on the day itself, we arrived early, expecting to sit by the window overlooking the beautiful ocean (as per our booking), instead the waiter sat us in the most awkward table right in the middle of the restaurant. There wasn’t even enough wriggle room for customers to comfortably walk pass us without feeling as if they were intruding on our space. When we reminded the waiter about our reservation, he said something about coming in early and that it was a busy day and all other excuses. Instead of making a scene, my husband and I decided to just leave.
That really put us off eating-out on Mother’s Day or Father’s Day, we never even dared try booking a table on Valentine’s Day! Besides as parents of a young child who live far from family and don’t use baby-sitters, there’s no such thing as going-out-on-date-nights. We do that at home, after little T has gone to bed and it usually ends up with a dvd from Cinema Paradiso, some junk, and wine.
This Mother’s Day however, we decided on an impromptu picnic on Mawgon Porth, a beach not far from where we live, which we haven’t visited yet. So we loaded the car with some picnic food, our little girl, the stinky Doc and us of course.
We left the house with grey skies hovering above us, when we arrived at the beach, the blue skies prevailed, so we decided to have a little jaunt on the beach before having our picnic.
First photo is of Little T posing in-front of her stone-sculptures featuring a couple of characters from the animation film “Book of Life”, Manolo and Chuy.
There was cave-exploring, finding swept-away objects from the beach, making sand-angels (a must!), but poor Doc had to be kept on his leash.
And after the picnic, the grey clouds came back, and the temperature dropped, and it was time to go home.
“Is this your best Mother’s Day mummy?” Asked little T.
“Of course it is!” I replied. “Everyday is the best day, when spent with you, your dad and even your smelly Doc!” I added and I really meant what I said.
As if he was agreeing with me, Doc ended that with a loud “Woof!”
Before I end this post though, I’d like to share the above photos with you. If you’ve been following me on Instagram, you will know that I’ve been posting memorial plaques found on benches here in Cornwall.
The first one reads “In memory of Geoff Ball. A kind Cornish Gentleman” and the quote “It is when you give of yourself that you truly give”.
And the second one reads “In memory of Jim Crosby 1947-2005. He loved this place. His little bit of heaven”.
The next time you see a bench, before sitting, check if there’s a memorial written on it. It would be nice too, to say a little prayer for them 🙂
Did you do anything special on Mother’s Day?