Mothering Sunday

Mothers Day is an odd one.
It’s both meaningful and meaningless. Like I don’t think of my mum every day and my daughters don’t think of me? We’re not thankful for each other all of our days? We don’t celebrate each other any other day?
All rhetorical questions.

Today, though, I have been thinking of all these women, including my Grandma, and how we are all connected. How, without one the others couldn’t follow. How ordinary we all are and yet all absolute miracles. And my biggest thinking has been for the one who made me a mum and is now a mum herself.
She has had a bloody lovely day by all accounts, having a little day out as a family. Makes my heart sing.