MY FIRST MOTHER's DAY

Tomorrow is Mother's Day in most of the European countries except in France, UK , Ireland, Portugal, Spain and Norway who celebrate earlier or later.

Yesterday I stumbled over a post where a young mother described her first Mother's day experience, which of course she had expected to be very romantic, as the baby was only 3 months old. She thought about some flowers, a little gift or something special from her husband as the child could hardly make something for mom at school or go in a shop and buy something ....

What she got was an electric toothbrush ! and her husband was very surprised that she wasn't very happy about this romantic gift.

This reminded me my very first Mother's day. At that time my son was 9 months old and also a little to small to celebrate his mom. So I thought he would be represented by his father and this would be a special day with a bouquet of flowers and maybe an invitation to go to the restaurant, but nothing happened. It was like all Sundays. When I told him my disappointment and when he saw the flowers I had bought for my Mother for Mother's Day, he really was surprised. He knew for himself that he was a proud Dad since 9 months but had completely forgotten that his wife had become a mom.

What did he do ? He opened the fridge took out a carton with fresh strawberries he had bought the day before and offered them to me as my first Mother's day gift. I was so furious and disappointed that I don't even remember what I did. I only know that he ate the strawberries himself.

At least he had got me something ! My father never offered anything to my mother that day, he said, that she was not his mother !

FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

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1. A big event ! A hurrican rushed through the house because Mr. G. had travel fever and was busy to collect his things he would put in his suitcase to take the plane and stay with his sister in Italy. It was the first time after at least 5 years he had decided to go there of his own ! Wherever I hid, he found me to ask if this would be OK to take along !

2. The day of departure ! I got up at 4.30 to drive him to the airport. We were far too early, but at least he calmed down once I had thrown let him out of the car and he disappeared in the Airport. In my not updated GPS this new airport was a white field, and the indications were so bad to find the highway back to Waterloo, that following its instructions I landed in a small path in a field and could admire the resting cows after their breakfast. Finally Mrs. GPS got me out of there and on the right way and I savely arrived home where I collapsed on the sofa with a cup of coffee.

3. Being alone in our house for the first time since he has retired I was celebrating my cheerful temporary widowhood with myself (after 41 years of marriage I am allowed to say that) and besides blogging just did nothing not even looking on my watch ! I ate when I was hungry and I didn't cook ! I went to eat in the "Lunch Garden" where you have a self service and can choose what you want. After my supper sandwich I watched a very romantic movie where love was lost and found again and a big happy end.

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I love spring but unfortunately the garden starts to love it too, so I had to mow the lawn before the grass reached my knees. Even cat Kim found freshly mowed grass very nice. Which gave me the opportunity to have a long chat with Dominique over the hedge.

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Again another birthday celebration in our painting group, our paintings didn't progress very much this day !