Happy Mother’s Day! Last year, I wrote a long and embarrassing (for her) Ode to my Mammy because she is literally and figuratively the best. Honestly, I could, and would, happily write the whole piece again but I think I’ll give her a break this year.
Though, just so you know, she is amazing and I wouldn’t be me without her. Today though, I thought I would talk about my second favourite Mammy. Me! What? As RuPaul always says, “If you can’t love yourself, how can you love any body else?”
My Small Human. Not pictured are her tiny fingers poking me in the belly.
Mother’s Day is important to me. I mean, I am more than a Mammy. I am still a friend, a daughter, a sister, a “girlfriend”, very employable and routinely hilarious but I definitely love this role. It’s been over a year and a half now and, despite all the challenges, I think it’s a good fit. I didn’t think I’d hate it but you never know how you are going to react to a situation until you are in it.
The main reason why this day means something to me is due to the unconventional nature of my relationship with my Big Human. We don’t have an anniversary. We have no idea what date we could even pretend was the start of who we are. We could make one up but that would be weird. What we do have, however, is a glorious little person that we made together and are raising together.
Wee Daftie is not the reason we are together by any stretch, but her arrival certainly pushed us both onto the same page. We went from super casual to full-time family in a matter of weeks. And it’s awesome.
So, for me, Mother’s Day is not really about me necessarily but celebrating that yes I am a Mammy and I get to do the Mammy thing with my best friend as my parenting partner.
My Humans. They’re pretty great.
Unfortunately, my Big Human is still away with work. He’s been away for about 6/7 weeks now (I’ve lost count) so we weren’t able to spend today together but he did manage to send some tulips and gin. What a fella.
Flowers and sweet potato and cacao pancakes for breakfast. A good start to anyone’s day!
Daftie woke up really early again this morning and just wanted to spend the morning reading books. Which, being that I get up when she does and I’m not a fan of 5am, was a-okay with me!
She has started this really cute thing where she’ll suddenly say, “Bedroom!” and start walking towards our room. When we get there, she wants lifted up so that we read books, snuggled up on the bed. All the books. Repeatedly. It’s very sweet. And a super relaxing way to spend a morning.
Bet you wish you are as cool as me.
After lunch and a mega nap, her not me, we took a huge walk. After the grim and grey foggy morning, the afternoon was a gorgeous warmth and brightness in the air. We knocked out 7,000 steps in just over an hour so I finished off the rest of the steps at home after bedtime.
What a day!
Happy Mammy’s Day to all the Mammies out there doing their thing. My Mammy is still the best. Sorry. But really, not sorry. Cos she is.
Travels With My Daftie 