Mamma Mia

What a weather change. Yesterday getting scalp burn from the sun, today burning logs to keep warm. The wonder of the British weather.
So today was Mothers Day. I’m not completely sure how I feel about this day as it seems to have grown into yet another money making day and a day when we celebrate mums but have to be aware of not celebrating too much as not everyone is one or has difficulty becoming one or theirs has died or, or, or.
But then I have been blessed as I am one to two wonderful women who think the world of me, and I had one who also thought the world of me.
I wasn’t able to spend the day with any of them which really doesn’t matter as they are constantly with me in my heart and soul. My mum is dead. My youngest is 50 miles away. And my eldest is staying away as her partner was in contact with someone who tested positive with covid two days ago.
So I treated myself to Mamma Mia with wine. Bloody love that film. I used to weep at ‘Slipping through my fingers’ because I saw the future of my daughters leaving for their own lives and not really needing me. Not true - they both have their own lives but are still in daily contact for all sorts of reasons. So I can now watch that bit only needing one hanky rather than four or five!
And for the first time today I really thought of all the mothers who have lead to me. Not just my mother but my grand mothers, great grandmothers and beyond.

I made people.