12 March 2016, 10 am
This weekend I am taking no chances. I buy my own flowers. Pathetic as it may sound, there will be many mothers who recognise this act of desperation, and who have indeed bought themselves everything from chocolates and champagne to whole weekends of spa treatment because their loved ones couldn’t be bothered. I put up some cards too, so that it looks as though I have an adoring and appreciative family. The cards are blank inside, so we can use them again, for example on Mother’s Day next year. If the children want me to, I can write in some suitable wording and get them to sign it, which is what usually happens with greetings cards in our house. But the children don’t ask me to, so that’s alright. It is empowering, realising you can buy your own presents and cards. It is like realising that you can have whatever outcome you like from a meeting, so long as you offer to write the minutes. Buying your own gifts reduces embarrassment and disappointment. And if you are skilful, you can even treat yourself to a little surprise now and then, by drinking so much alcohol the night before that you’ve no idea what Amazon® are going to deliver the next morning. Amazon are getting very good at surprising me these days.
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