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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>As I sit here in the corner of my couch in a makeshift nest made of cushions nursing the mother of all hangovers I&#8217;m thankful that Seth has opted for the nap he usually refuses on a weekend. I&#8217;m thankful that Aoife knows how to manoeuvre her way around Netflix. But mostly I&#8217;m thankful that because of them I get to have a Mother&#8217;s Day.  I&#8217;ve had a homemade card, I&#8217;ve got a scented candle in a smashed glass jar *loud whisper* &#8220;Daddy, I&#8217;ll give Mummy this card&#8221; &#8220;Don&#8217;t forget to give her this too. Go careful, it&#8217;s glass&#8221; &#8220;HAPPY MOTH&#8230;*SMASH*    OH&#8221; I was given croissants to share for breakfast and both children are seemingly aware of my sensitive disposition today and are (so far) being little angels.  I can still taste last nights donner mistake and Aoife is planning what we&#8217;ll have for a special lunch. Every so often she keeps telling me she loves me. I can&#8217;t help smiling. Today is, so far, brilliant. I love Mother&#8217;s Day. The day for Mother&#8217;s (or key female bringer uppers of children, I know sometimes it&#8217;s an Auntie or a Grandma or a sister but as I&#8217;m struggling to keep my brain within my skull, trying to be correct, inclusive, concise and eloquent just isn&#8217;t going to happen today).    The thing is though, everyday is actually like this (sometimes a little louder, always a little less hanging) Every day Aoife makes me a picture or writes me a little story. Every day my children are amazing and sweet and funny and loving. Every day they make me smile and make me proud, whether they&#8217;re telling me they love me or that I&#8217;m not their Mummy anymore. Whether they&#8217;re playing nice together or pushing each other. Whether they&#8217;re sat nicely watching Toy Story or leaping from the windowsill shouting &#8220;To infinity and beyond&#8221;.  Sometimes I just forget to take that moment to step back and really appreciate it. I&#8217;m one of those awful people who lets life become all encompassing sometimes and I don&#8217;t remember to take a minute for the small things but it&#8217;s these things that are the important things (even the endless rendition of the chorus of &#8216;Black Magic&#8217;).  I know Mother&#8217;s Day is about appreciating your Mum (and I love mine to bits) but today, sitting here snuggled up with Aoife, I&#8217;m appreciating being blessed enough to have been given a Mother&#8217;s Day.  Happy Mother&#8217;s Day to all the wonderful folk who are being loving, patient, strong, brave,clever, amazing role models to your little people. Even when you feel like you&#8217;re none of those things, remember that you are to them, because of them.</p>
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