I was a cute baby, even if I do say so myself.
My Mum, my Big Sister and Me. Sometime in the 1970’s.
The irony is that Mum is very unlikely to read this. My parents don’t have internet, and aren’t interested (yet) in getting it.
Not that we ever paid much attention to Mothers’ Day and Fathers’ Day when we were growing up. Too commercial for my parents’ liking. Besides, Dad’s birthday is early May and Mum’s birthday is late August, so it made sense to make more of a deal out of the birthdays.
If I can do nearly as good a job raising my children as my mother did raising us, then I’ll be doing pretty well.
Happy Mothers’ Day, Mum.