Sunday was my first ever Mother’s Day (well, second if you count last year’s when Gavin was only a cluster of cells implanted in my uterus). For a change, my brother remembered to call home and wish our mother a “Happy Mother’s Day” without me having to remind him. He did remember too late to get her a present though. Well, at least he’s improving. Perhaps next year he’ll remember to send the flowers.
Since I anticipated that he would forget, I included his name on the chocolates I sent Mom. Unfortunately, I forgot to include his wife’s name. I suppose I could be forgiven since they only just signed the papers recently.
My brother must be getting more thoughtful in his old age because he also remembered to call me to wish me a “Happy Mother’s Day”. It was a surprise because the last time I received flowers and a present from him for my birthday, I sent him an SMS to thank him for it. I only realised it was his girlfriend who arranged the flowers and the gift when I received his text message: “Thanks for what?”
They say you only really understand your mother when you become a mother yourself. Well, now that I’m here, I think I finally understand her - or at least, a part of her. Maybe I’ll understand the rest once Gavin grows up.
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