I was discussing this with some friends yesterday.
I celebrate being a Mum by reclaiming the part of me that is 'me'.
I figure I AM a Mum every single other day of the year, so if this is a day for me, so be it.
I eat what I like, I drink more cups of tea than usual because someone else makes them, I watch back to back movies, and if I drive somewhere, I listen to Simple Minds, INXS, and chill out jazz, not Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and the guy who sings that awful song Wiggle Wiggle. I read Vogue and Harpers Bazaar and The Importance of Being Ernest. I look through photos and remember times when I wasn't a Mum. I remember a time when I rubbed shoulders with rock stars and models and had a famous musician pursue me for a couple of months. He wanted me to move to the UK but I wouldn't leave my Mum ;0)
I have what I want for dinner and have dessert too. I eat dessert for breakfast and dinner for lunch. I consume more Ferrero Rochers than a human being should, because they're all mine :)
I wonder whether I 've lost some of 'me' by being a 'Mum' and decide not. I've just become a different me, a more well rounded me, a me that might otherwise have been a selfish snot.
I am rewarded with the love and affection of four beautiful children and three grandchildren.
It's also the first year since I lost my own Mum, that I haven't felt an overwhelming sense of loss of her from my life. She is at peace, and I must be at peace with that.
I could not, in my younger years, imagined being so content with my lot in life. I'm not the person I imagined I was going to be, but that's okay.
How did you celebrate?
