On Friday as I was leaving work a small child asked me if I had children. When I said yes she wished me a happy mothers’ day.
That should be a nice thing, but it made me cry. I cried a little more when I got home and realised that the promised parcel from afar containing my gifts for mothers’ day had not been delivered. Especially when the sender had been prompted to post it and had protested mightily that she knew what she was doing.
Petty, small and pathetic…I know. I really don’t even care about days created by hallmark in order to create revenue. I did however feel a little neglected and unappreciated. Petty, small and pathetic…I know.
This made me feel better.
As did this.
Happiness arrived today in a large orange box from France.