On the weekend my Sunday morning started off like just about every other Sunday morning in the last five years.
My kids barrelled into my room while it was still dark, burrowed under my covers and woke me up with pleas to turn on the TV so they could snuggle me while they watched ABC Kids.
Bliss.
There is nothing greater than dozing on a Sunday morning while three warm bodies fight over who gets to lie next to you. It’s a wonder and a privilege and something I get every every Sunday morning -no work, no Saturday sport, a once-a-week treat to get out of bed after 7am.
Except this day wasn’t regular. This day wasn’t just a once-a-week Sunday, it was a special Sunday.
It was Mother’s Day.
Mother's Day is just a normal day for single mums. Via iStock.
But for me, like many single mums there is no breakfast in bed, no tea on a tray, no elaborate gifts, no sleep in.
It's just a day; a day where you have to remind the kids that it's Mothers Day and prod the school-aged one to dig out from his school bag the hand made card he diligently lettered and coloured in on Friday afternoon.
For many single mums Mother’s Day isn’t anything special. But for many married mums it’s the same, and for single dads, and parents with partners who work away or are sick or frail.
Mothers Day isn’t a day that single mums get to claim as their own personal cross to bear as much as others try and make it that way.