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I phoned my mother yesterday. "It's time for the Mother's Day chat," I told her.
My mother perked up audibly on the other side of the phone.
"So what have the boys offered us this year?" she asked eagerly.
"Well, it's a little dodgy," I explained. "Your eldest son has emailed from London to offer me two hundred pounds for handling his side of things. Your youngest son is in the middle of exams and has offered me 4 nights of free babysitting to cover for him."
"Okay… and your boys?" asked Mom.
"Well, Josef is wracked with guilt as his teacher reminded him yesterday, and he has still to make me anything. Benjamin remains oblivious, but I think his tiny shoulders will be feeling the uncomfortable chafe of familial responsibility by around Friday," I said.
Little pause while we mull this over.
"So what do you suggest we do?" asked my mother.
"I think we should let my boys burn us toast for breakfast and then take the two hundred pounds and go to a spa for the day."
"Done. Love you."
"Love you too."
As you can see, my mother and I have a fairly practical relationship. There are ups and downs, but whenever I want a no-nonsense soul-connect… I turn to my mother.
The women24 team have also put together some thoughts on their relationships with their mothers.
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