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Mummy Magic: A Mother’s Day Post

Does anyone remember this advert of a mum walking with her daughter?  I think it was a bank advertisement.  The mum would pay for everything using her phone, which made the child think that her mum has magic.

I was that kid.

When I was a child, I believed my mum had magic too.  She had this magical ability of making all my worries and hurts disappear.  As a mother of a young child now, I believe I have that magic too.  I think this mummy magic is passed on from mother to daughter, over one generation after another.

Like all children, little T believes that my kisses are magic.  If she hurts herself, any bit of her body, be it her thumb, her elbow, her knee, she’d offer it up to me, or I’d bend down and kiss it and just like magic, she’d stop sniffling.  In her heart she thinks that her mummy’s kisses has made them better.

She cries for me in her sleep, and just like magic, as soon as I touch her forehead, she calms down, turns around and falls back to sleep again.

Of course there are days when I think my mummy magic is fading.  After all, she is five now.  But she hasn’t said anything to me.  I think she still believes in it just as she believes in Father Christmas or the tooth fairy.

And I also know that the time will come when T will discover that of course just like Santa, mummy has no magic and that her father and I both have feet of clay, but at the moment though I’m revelling on the high this “mummy magic” gives me because I know it won’t last.

It isn’t Mother’s Day yet,  but I try not to blog on Sundays and I also know that most of  you will probably have plans, so I’m going to greet you all lovely Mothers out there a Happy Mother’s Day!  And a reminder to all of you, to all of us, that we are doing a grand job! 🙂  Now let’s pat each other on the back, pass the bubbly and say cheers!

My word of the week is Mother’s Day.

Does your children believe you have mummy magic too?

Do you have any lovely plans for Mother’s Day?

Do share.

Mother's Day on Mawgan Porth Beach

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?

It's Mother's Day here in the UK


Happy Mother’s Day to all mums out there, as well as to women who have been like mothers to others!  And even though it isn’t mother’s day yet back home – will include my mum too who has made me the mother I am today:  fiercely loving and protective of my daughter.  Yes, I am my mother’s daughter and I’m proud of that.

And here’s a quote all mums (dads too) will know:

“Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood – finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.”
― Jodi Picoult, Perfect Match

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