Mother’s Day

Whilst browsing through some old magazine articles that I had written about Mattie’s adoption and our early years together, I came across one on the theme of Mother’s Day.

It had never occurred to me prior to Mattie coming into my home that Mother’s Day might be a difficult day for an adopted child. On our first Mother’s Day Mattie was only four and I remember she was quite grumpy but I couldn’t understand why (surely, she couldn’t be missing her birth mother?)

On Mother’s Day five years later, Mattie’s lovely former foster mother, whom she had looked on as a mother, was in hospital terminally ill. Mattie and I were sitting side by side in church that day as the young vicar reminded the congregation that Mother’s Day was a sad day for many. I felt the tears run down my cheek and fetching a hankie from my bag looked sideways at Mattie: she had that firm mouth she always has when trying to be brave.

Unlike the UK, Mother’s Day in the US is on the second Sunday in May and Mattie seems to have enjoyed the day more as she has got older. There was a tradition of Mike taking her out shopping to buy a card and a gift and afterwards taking us to a restaurant with a big enough patio to take the crowd.

But this year, 15 year-old Mattie showed little interest in Mother’s Day and as she has been quite a difficult teenager of late, I was sure, when I woke up on Mother’s Day, she wouldn’t even mention it.
‘I won’t mind,’ I had told Mike the previous evening.
‘I think you will!’ he replied.
As I was making my morning coffee on Sunday morning, I heard a noise on the stairs and Mattie came running into the kitchen and gave me a big hug. ‘Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy,’ she cried out.

Later the three of us went for a late breakfast at Sol Luna, one of our favourite Mexican restaurants. There were plenty of babies, as well as dressed-up mums, seated on the patio, and dads and granddads, too, carrying small bouquets of flowers. Service was slow, the female wait staff having been given the day off, which I thought rather sweet. There was a pleasant drone of happy chatter and Mattie seemed very happy. The three of us hadn’t chatted together so happily in a while and as we came out of the restaurant I remarked to Mike, ‘It’s the best Mother’s Day I’d ever had!’

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