Mothers Day – my weekend away
This weekend I travelled to Cardiff to see family and basically procrastinate my presentation. Of course, in Britain its mothers day today so the weekend has tied in nicely with celebrating and having some quality time with my Great Aunt and her daughter… to make life easier I’ll call them G and Aunty K.
I’ve spent the weekend with Aunty K and her family who have super busy lives so it has been pretty non-stop but also a really nice change. The kids are very intelligent and curious, and parents work hard with G being here to help out – I’ve grown up with them so it’s always nice to catch up but really its the first time I’ve been to their house. We might be in the same country but schedules can conflict and even though it’s only 3 hours away by train, it’s still a bit of a trek so inevitably with assessments and bump growing I’ve made excuses. That said, I am glad I finally made the time.
To top things off, Cardiff has had one of it’s rare weekends of sun so yesterday we had a girls day out and rather than cinema or shop we spent a few hours walking around making the most of the weather.
I have really missed my mum this weekend though!
And my Nani (grandma) too actually. We don’t have a lot in common but my Nani is like a second mum at times, and we were quite close when I was younger so it would have been wonderful to spend the day with the both of them.
I am looking forward to going home in just over a week! It is seriously brilliant that the term has ended, though it also means that I am much farther along in the pregnancy and I can’t quite comprehend how quickly everything has happened.
I think eventually I’ll dedicate an entire post to my mum because our relationship is not one I can sum up in a few words; she is the most wonderful person and I have a lot to thank her for. I am a little gutted that I couldn’t celebrate her this weekend but I will definitely do my best when I am home – she deserves it!
Food for Thought
Am I a mum yet?
Even more than enjoying the day and missing my mum, I have been hit with the realisation that next year, I will have my own son to celebrate with. He may be too little to have a clue what the day is but I never imagined myself celebrating it at 21.
Aunty K actually gave me a card and little pressie because I’m ‘joining the mum club’ and in some ways, even though my baby is still small and nestled safely inside me, I do feel like a mum. Every time he moves I am reminded of the little miracle inside me… my husband say’s it doesn’t count but I believe it does. I love my baby already so much and even though I haven’t held him, I am a mum-to-be and while it scares me it also is the most wonderful feeling.



