One day after Mother's Day in Spain, I have to say that I have not received any gifts. It is not that I care too much, as I have said on the blog so many times when talking about these dates, the important thing is to give a big kiss and hug to Mom and tell her what we want.
And that I did, when they were in charge of reminding my daughters what day it was, because logically with three and a year and a half, they know little about calendars ...
As you can imagine, writing on the blog was not a date that would happen to me too unnoticed. And I have to admit that I expected "something else." Something as simple as a craft, a cartoon, a detail that, for Father's Day, my three-year-old daughter did in school.
I'm jealous of dad! I want to imagine that, with the holidays in between, the gift is postponed or simply left for another occasion. There will be more years and more special dates, nothing happens either.
The point is that I had to "suspect" that I would have done some work in school when my daughter asked me insistently when it was Mother's Day, and I noticed something nervous.
With Father's Day it was a lot of fun, the emotion and the “secrecy” of the little girl (to say something, because on more than one occasion she missed the gift for dad). And above all his excitement when giving dad his first gift (and mine, immortalizing the moment in photo).
So I assumed that, just as I acted as an accomplice on Father's Day, he would have been the custodian and guardian of the secret and the gift until yesterday. But nothing. Nothing, or much, that were the kisses and hugs of the girls when they heard about Mother's Day.
Perhaps the blame for these reflections is the bombardment with the issue that comes from everywhere (and of which I am an active part of the blog), and in that sense I envy somehow the moms who claim to have ignored the date in question (which is more or less what I do for Valentine's Day). Nor would it have happened to me if the school were of those who do not celebrate these days.
Yesterday we had a great time celebrating with Grandma, eating with my family and with a future mom in the same, so yes It was a special Mother's Day, and happy. And, in addition, Dad also worried that it was a beautiful day, without wrapped or drawn gifts that end up in a drawer but with those gifts that are stored in memory.
