Mother’s Day has been and gone for another year. And in the wash-up, there’s a glaring issue that needs to be addressed.
Do I really have to wear the crappy, plastic pearls my daughter brought me from the Mother’s Day stall?
Hear Holly and Andrew Daddo talk about the obligation to wear crappy gifts, here:
I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I adore my daughter and all the love she gave me last Sunday. Seriously, there are few better ways to start the day than unfolding 25 teeny tiny scraps of papers that say ‘I wuv you mum – matilba xxxx’
I love, love, loved it.
And I love that my daughter thinks I need to look “fancy” for my job so she bought me a string of pearls.
But now the pressure's on. "Mummy, why aren't you wearing your necklace?" she's asked me every day this week when I walk in the door.
"Mummy, you really need to wear your necklace. I got it for you because I love you, and if you loved me you would wear it," she finished with, really turning up the guilt factor.
The Pearl Necklace is the equivalent of that ugly scarf your mother-in-law got you for your birthday and you feel you have to wear when people come to visit.
Or the horrible painting you got from a friend that you would never choose for yourself and now you're super conscious their eyes are searching for it every time they come over.