Welcome to a sponsored post from Sussan. Lana writes:
I had always anticipated that I would be spoilt on mother’s day. After all I have a very wonderful and caring child and a doting and loving husband. The only problem is that it’s taken me years to make them behave like I want them to.
I remember my first mother’s day vividly. I rocked (like a mad woman) on the chair in my baby son’s bedroom. I don’t think I was trying to soothe him, I think I was trying to keep myself sane. Backwards and forward, again and again – it didn’t stop me crying.
It had been a tough ride, my baby had been very sick at birth and he was sick again only 3 months later. Somehow I was coping with that. What I was not coping with was the fact that my husband had just given me my first ever mother’s day present and it was er, not quite what I had anticipated.
Maybe I was thinking too big or maybe he was not thinking at all (did I mention that we hadn’t slept for three months?) . He presented me, on my first ever mother’s day, with a cook book. THAT WAS EMPTY. Not only did I feel like it was now my duty as a mother to cook for him for ever (cue melodrama) but I had to source the recipes myself and write them in.
I wanted to be a little bit spoiled, I wanted to be pampered like I had done with my own mother. I remember making her a necklace one year for mother’s day. It was beautiful, very original and took hours to handcraft. I had strung melon pips together to make my very own version of a high class shark tooth necklace only with about 200 teeth. Very swish. Especially because I didn’t bother to wash the pips before I threaded them and expected my mum to wear them. (Okay maybe I did not want that gift.)