Every store in the land is now pushing Mother’s Day gifts of all kinds, from the buy-it-quick variety to some really beautiful ideas that don’t cost the earth but are that little bit harder to find unless you know where to look.
From my point of view, as the mother of three kids, the thing that matters more than anything is not a gift or a card – they’re all grown up now and I or they could be anywhere in the world, but is the fact that they remember. I believe that’s true of any mum so kids, if you’re reading this, take note of the date and just send a text or give me a call and I’ll be happy.
Some families like to make a big do out of Mother’s Day, and I think that particularly applies when your kids are younger, when they can bring you breakfast in bed (although I do remember the scrambled egg that hit the floor just outside the bedroom door one year – the dogs were happy, anyway) and make something themselves.
If, as they grow up, the tradition continues, and more is expected than a phone call or a card, then to my mind no one can go wrong with flowers, something gorgeous and scented, special chocolates (not just a standard box) if she’s a chocoholic, or cashmere – cashmere anything, from bed socks to a cashmere wrap. In other words, unlike other gift giving occasions, nothing remotely connected to work, or kitchen tools, or accessories for the house, but something feminine, pretty and thoughtful, at least that's my take.
Of course I’m saying what I would like, and I’m relatively easy to please although I know my kids think otherwise – omit the chocs from the list above as I’m not a chocoholic but anything else would be welcomed with a big smile.
Having said that just don’t forget to call. Or text. Remembering is what counts. Anything else is just icing on the cake.
