Yesterday saw our annual pilgrimage over to Williamstown to one of my oldest girlfriend’s biggest morning tea Cancer Council fundraising extravaganzas. We’d arrived just as my face resumed its normal colour after being beet red, thanks to a ten kilometre run I’d done earlier with another girlfriend in a very respectable time (6o minutes). As we sat there, among the other morning tea guests, I felt more than the usual post-running endorphins. I felt centred and calm. I backed this up this morning with some yoga, for although I ran okay I’ve not done so properly, or for such a distance, in quite a while and, oh my, I’m sore.
I had planned on writing a long, open letter to myself this mother’s day, but that idea got shelved by the book I preferred to read instead and a few other greedy allowances I don’t normally take for myself. Riley has been obsessed with the presents he’s bought me all week and the door was thrown open this morning with he and Keira carrying in the bounty that the school stall provided and a few dollars bought. I now have a further few coffee mugs to add to my collection, each stamped with a ‘World’s Greatest Mother’ emblem.
I think I’m going to spend the rest of the day quietly taking stock and pottering around the house. Enjoying the day for what it is: an opportunity to rest and assess the weeks ahead. For they will be busy.
I hope you have had a happy Mother’s Day, or a happy Sunday. x
