Today marks my last Mother's Day as a non-mother... I'm currently just host to a parasitic creature, but that just doesn't look as good on a card. Although if you happen to work for Hallmark, let's talk.
If the catalogues infiltrating my letter box are anything to go by, as soon as Tricky is born I will be overwhelmed with the desire for slippers and toasters once a year. Slippers are great and definitely have their place (on my feet) but the first thing I think of when I hear of them being given as a Mother's Day gift is not so much "loved mother", but more "on special at Kmart".
For those with small children the task of buying the gift gets passed off to the partner, and I'm not sure Hubby realises that the gift he would give HIS mother is not necessarily the gift I would like, even though we will both be covered under the "Spoil Mum this Mother's Day" banner. So I guess I should resign myself to the prospect of a new pair of slippers every year - although I can't wait until Tricky is old enough to make me a fantastic home-made card with a lovely scribble that is meant to be a picture of me. But until then... let's hope Hubby knows Peter Alexander sells slippers too.
Happy Mother's Day