Then there is the little gift purchased with the warm sweaty coins that have been held by little fingers aching to go shopping since they were given the money this morning before school.
When it's their turn at the shopping table, they wander up and down, picking up presents, putting them back again, not sure what to get, but each year after the gift is unwrapped, the story of exactly why that special gift was chosen is told and where they had been hiding it over the weekend, so sure and innocent that there is just no way we would ever have stumbled upon it at all.
I love being a Mum, I love my Mum. I love the very moment my boys were born, I love the Mum's I have met, just from being a Mum, I love the love my boys give me, for just being.
Happy Mothers Day Mums.