I slept in late this morning. Instead of jumping out of bed at my usual hour, I remained curled up, hoping to get a little more sleep. About 8.30 am there was a knock on my door. A worried face appeared: “Are you okay, Mum? Are you sick?”
“I’ll make you some breakfast,” offered Sophie. “You stay there and rest.”
I was about to protest, “It’s time I got up,” but I didn’t. It was so very obvious Sophie wanted to help. She loves doing things for me.
I’ve been thinking: We all want helpful children, but we often fail to let them help us.
“Can I do that for you, Mum?” someone says and I am tempted to say, “I’m fine, thanks. I can manage.”
Or they ask, “Can I do anything for you, Mum?” and I reply, “Not at the moment, thanks,” instead giving them an opportunity to show me their love and care.
So I accepted the offer of breakfast saying,“That would be lovely. Thank you.” Starting the day with breakfast in bed was rather nice. It allowed me to wake up slowly and get a few more minutes of much-needed rest.
In the early hours of this morning as I lay awake, tossing and turning, I thought, “If I don’t get to sleep soon, I’ll be tired this evening and then I won’t enjoy going out to dinner with Felicity and Graham.”
My eldest daughter, Felicity and her husband Graham arrived here in New South Wales yesterday. They travelled across time-zones, all the way from the other side of Australia. We hadn’t seen them for four years. You can imagine the noisy, happy reunion we had. Actually the reunion happened in two stages. When Felicity and Graham arrived at our house yesterday evening, only my husband Andy and daughters Charlotte and Sophie were home. The rest of us were at our parish church for a wedding practice. Tomorrow my son Callum is marrying Casey.
After we’d practised processing up church aisles, lighting candles and slipping rings onto fingers, we headed home. We came through our front door and there was a second round of hugs and kisses and exclamations of love as the latecomers were reunited with my eldest daughter and son-in-law.
Andy served up dinner and then we sat around our long kitchen table. All ten chairs were occupied. My whole family (except for Thomas, of course) was gathered together for the first time in four years. I savoured the moment. It might not happen again for a long time. And next time it does happen, we’ll need an extra chair. Yes, our family is growing. Tomorrow I’m gaining a daughter-in-law though I intend to look upon Casey as a daughter and forget the ‘in-law’ bit.
We spent a noisy evening chatting. Everyone was very excited. We laughed and joked. The conversation went this way and that as we all thought of things that just had to be said. We forgot to take turns and we all ended up talking over the top of each other. But that was okay. We’re family.
“Hey, Callum!” I shouted across the room. “Will Casey mind if I blog about her?”
“No,” said my son. “She won’t mind at all.”
So I have permission to write about the wedding, to show you the photos, and then later, to continue sharing stories of my son Callum and his wife, Casey. But before that happens, I’m taking some time off to celebrate the wedding and enjoy the visit of my daughter and her husband.
I will, however, have something to share with you on Monday. As usual, I’ll be publishing a podcast. I have already recorded it. It’s even been edited. The accompanying blog post has been written. Anticipating a busy weekend, I prepared the podcast a few days ahead of time.
In next week’s episode, I speak about my plans to be a good mother-in-law. I also talk about love. (I have some resources on the topic of love to share too!) The appropriate title for my podcast seems to be Mothers and Daughters-in-Law and Love. I hope you will watch out for it. I hope you will listen!
So the next time I write a blog post, I’ll be a mother-in-law for the second time. Callum will have a beautiful wife and I’ll have another daughter.
Six daughters! Oh my, aren’t I a very blessed woman?