It is Mother’s Day here in Germany.
I live in a beautiful rural area of a little market town, and am pretty much surrounded by families.
Today has been warm and sunny, so I have had the windows open and, from my first floor apartment I can see and hear people out, having a gorgeous family day, returning across the field laughing and joking together after a lovely lunch, or an afternoon walk.
Most of the time I can get on with being just me-and-my-boy, but today, when he’s away with his Dad for a week and I haven’t spoken to a soul, I wonder again what it would have been like to have my own real ‘family’.
Amazing isn’t it, how the things you take for granted as a kid, the things you just ‘know’ will happen, actually really might not …
So today, I’m trying not to be too sad or self-indulgent, as I don’t begrudge any Mum the chance to spend a day with her family and enjoy some quality spoiling, but somewhere, deep down, I really wish I was one of them.
Happy Mother’s Day, to single Mums everywhere!