

Mother’s Day in my family used to always mean a few things in my family; hopping into my parent’s bed to give mum a variety of homemade cards and chunky mugs made in art class, and pancakes with chocolate-covered strawberries for breakfast.
Pancakes, because we had them every single Sunday without fail, and chocolate-covered strawberries, because they seemed like the height of luxury when I was growing up, and the best way to spoil Mum.
The hero in question (and tiny me). Image: Supplied.