I’d love to say it’s peachy,
The best day in the world.
But Mother’s Day is rarely what
It told us there’d be lie-ins,
A super breakfast… in bed!
With gourmet eggy soldiers made from
fresh warm homemade-bread.
They said there would be roses
On a beautiful sunny day.
Lamb feeding at the local farm
And frolics in the hay.
A heap of shiny presents,
Sat waiting just for you.
So thoughtful and expensive,
No sign of tape or glue.
They flashed us good behaviour,
With perfect picture smiles.
No littles pulling monster faces
Or bawling out their eyes.
But just because they showed you,
It doesn’t mean it’s true.
Behind that perfect Instagram
Someone might be shouting ‘I need a poo’.
It may have taken all day long
To snatch that perfect shot.
A lovely memory to look back on,
That hides all signs of snot.
So while it’s fab to have a scroll
And wonder what it’s like.
Promise me you’ll look away
If you start to feel like….. tripe?!
Instead, I say, just look around,
Embrace YOUR tribe with glee.
Your toast from Asda may be burnt,
*And someone definitely needs a wee
They’ve eaten most your breakfast,
Now you sit in a pile of crumbs.
Your wilted flowers forgotten,
As they shout out at the top of their lungs.
As you look down on their cherub faces,
All dirty from sticky toast.
You’ll realise that actually THIS,
Is the life you love the most.
So no more snooping Instagram
For what everyone else has done.
Be present in the moment,
Sit back and enjoy being mum.
Wishing you all a wonderful Mother’s Day and remembering those gone, but never forgotten.