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March 16, 2012 by bibsey mama 5 Comments

Some daffs for Mother's Day

So good at this mother daughter business am I, that I left a panicked and rather garbled message on my mum’s phone wishing her Happy Mother’s Day last Sunday. Yes, I am that good. I then went on to stir up panic in my sister who lives in Germany, and so may also have missed the UK Mother’s Day memo.

I blame the time difference between the UK and Spain. We are ahead, and there I rest my case.

Onwards, and thanks to The Daily Mum, who tagged me for this Mother’s Day Meme. I answer the questions and then pass the baton… here goes:

Describe Motherhood in three words
Brilliant, exhausting and testing beyond words.

Does your experience differ from your Mother’s – how?
Hugely different I think. I am an expat SAHM settling down to motherhood after 20 years out in the workforce and having fun. I didn’t get pregnant for the first time until I was 39. My mum had already had her three children by the time she was 35. She was a part-time ballet teacher and a full-time mum bringing her kids up in the in the 70s and 80s (goodness knows that just dressing us during those decades must have been a challenge) and supporting a husband who worked very hard at a stressful job and hated the commute. She had a lot going on.

Happy Mother’s Day Mum, for THIS Sunday. xxx

What’s the hardest thing about being a mum?
Holding on to my patience.

What’s the best thing?
Seeing my daughter happy and laughing and enjoying her food. And I love the cuddles.

How has it changed you?
I think that I need less of some of the things that I needed before. I don’t need to go out so much anymore. Ha! Good job really as the windows of opportunity are few are far between these days (this has a lot to do with moving to Spain and is not just about becoming a mother). I don’t need so many ‘things’, like clothes and shoes and make-up and cosmetics etc.

What do you hope for your children?
Like every parent, I just want my daughter to be happy. Happy with herself and in herself. That way she will follow her dreams and she will find love and opportunity wherever she goes.

What do you fear for them?
Apart from the obvious fear of illness and injury, I worry about the kind of world that she will be living in in 20 years time. I don’t want it to be a hard life for her.

What makes it all worthwhile?
The love. Ahhh.

And now, with hours to spare before Mother’s Day, I casually tag SAHDandrproud who may not be a Mum, but he’s certainly a mothersomething and we should hear from him. Also Expat Mammy, Mary over at Asturian Diary, Scribbler in Seville and the Chief Monkey Business Officer at Mañana Mama.

Now y’all don’t need to feel under any obligation at such short notice. Just have a happy Mother’s Day y’hear.

 

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