On the weekends we have a tradition with the kids and they have a camp out in our bedroom on a Friday and Saturday night. We're a very close and connected family and it's something we love to do, our little loves are only little for such a short period of time......why not indulge their desires as well as ours.
This morning I was woken by Cohen and Sarah quietly trying to tip toe out of our room to their daddy who had been up since the early hours and was tinkering on early morning projects in the garage. I dozed, snuggle and nurse Fraser a little while longer. I hear the whispers of Cohen and Sarah and rustling bags asking daddy if they could give me gifts yet.
A whispered deep voice (Ben) at the door asks:
"Are you awake?"
Moments later our room is filled with hushed cuddles, kisses. I usher them quietly out to the lounge room to let Fraser's weary eyes open briefly and close again. Fraser is having some sort of developmental leap his sleep is broken and disrupted, I'll let him rest longer.
Cohen and Sarah shower me with Mother's Day Stall gifts from school, gifts made from kindy and family day care there are cards, crafts, pictures and poems.
The poem above touches my heart, in the best way a six year old boy can he says what he needs to say with some help. He truly knows his mummy and has a reason for everything he has placed down on this page. I'm a rainbow mum, because of the way I dress....FANCY (how I dress is fancy in his eyes, I dress for me and he knows that). He tells me:
"Mummy I typed it on the typing computer at school."
Coffee and breakfast is made by Ben and the hustling and whine of three kids in the kitchen on wanting to be part of the action. After breakfast I have a steaming hot shower alone, a personal joy and leisurely get dressed and honor myself a little. I emerge from the bedroom to bundle the kids up warm, so we can head to the mountains.
It's developed into our tradition that we head to Mount Tamborine on Mother's Day for the market, the showgrounds bustle with families celebrating their mothers, smells swirl in the air and alternative primal tunes float in the breeze. Homemade sweets and lollies are brought from our regular little stall we like to visit. The morning is beautiful and warm for winter with a hint of chill here and there.
We head home when the little loves are showing signs that it's time for a change of scenery, when back in the car and on our way I turn in my seat to thank them for a lovely morning to see this:
This, this is what reminds you that in those slow quite moments that if it wasn't for these little loves, there would be no Mother's Day.
Thank you Cohen, Sarah and Fraser for choosing me to be your Mamma.
Labels: Celebrations, Personal Life