Mothering Sunday is the fourth Sunday of Lent, a christian month of fasting, this year falling on this year on 26 March. Historically, children who had gone away to work ‘in service’, mainly daughters, got the day off to visit their mums. They’d pick wild flowers to give to mum as they walked home. This tradition probably developed out of the earlier habit of returning to one’s main or ‘mother’ church of their home area, rather than the local gaff and families would use the occasion to reunite. The day was also known as Refreshment Sunday because the fasting rules for Lent were relaxed on that day. A fruity, almondy simnel cake was often scoffed.
My children often give me flowers or a homemade card. But I don’t need or want my kids to buy things for me because the calendar says they should. Indeed, my family are now forbidden to buy anything for me for christmas as I’m an atheist anyway. But if you feel the need to express your love for your mum on Mothering Sunday, here are some suggestions I found lurking on the web.
|Harrods offer this Diamante Evening Bag at Â£59.95 – nice, if pricey! – and M&S suggest a more traditional bouquet for Â£19.50.|
|But this cutesy picnic basket at Â£64.95 is a barbarous gift of pure evil. Guess who will have to cut the sarnies, pack the basket, and sort out the detritus and wash up afterwards?|
|This Pink Toolbox at Â£28.90 is designed to make DIY more attractive to women. Sod that! Get a tradesman in!|
|And surely any mother presented with this hideous Kitchen Madonna, available from this unbelieveable emporium of goodies, would be reduced to tears of despair. It’s promoted as a gift for women ‘A beautiful item in solid white alabaster on marble base it really is a stunning statue. 13.5 inches, $86.00′. Here is a woman looking down demurely as she dutifully sweeps the floor. She is a virgin and a mother – a combination to which no woman can aspire – made worthy only through the actions of her son. It beggars belief. Is this really the catholic ideal woman?
A cuddle, a cuppa and someone else to cook the flaming dinner is all I really want and, I suspect, all that any mother wants. Though obviously it would be just plain rude to refuse chocolate.
Oh, and if you know women who are struggling to bring up their children alone, tell them what a wonderful job they are doing.