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Mothers Day. It has a new meaning to me now. My whole life is now seen through a different light – mostly a tired light. Sausage Pants is coming up to 6 months now and I can honestly say that those 6 months have completely changed my life, for the better of course. She is an utter delight, albeit there are times when…..well lets just say there are times! I now realise what an absolute little devil I was when I was younger, my mum has been well and truly tested, put through her paces, I didn’t realise at the time what a minx I was but well……… Mum it’s not too late for me to say sorry. I often find myself saying things that my mum did, I can understand why she disciplined me when she did – even understand the bar of soap that hit my mouth one day, although looking at SP I don’t think I could ever so much as yell at her (I know wait until she’s older blah blah)
My mum is a diamond. She is my rock. She has always been there for me and I don’t know where she gets her energy. She took up Salsa at 60, she goes to the gym 4 times a week, she plays Bridge every week, she goes out more in the evenings than I have hot dinners (literally) and my parents do wonderfully romantic things such as eating breakfast by the seaside on a Sunday, going to the cinema, going and buying an ice-cream in winter – oooh its all so very Forest Gump! She is a Born-Again Christian and runs a kids club in Church, she used to have a shop selling body jewellery, which one could only imagine where they were supposed to be worn and she used to put tongue rings into people yeuch. She must take after her mum (whom I never really knew as she died when I was young), but I can remember her telling me that my nanna had 3 jobs as well as her 4 children. So all I hope is that this energy is passed on to me. Considering that my hubby and I went out last night for the first time in months and ended up back at home by 8:45, I don’t hold out much hope. I have asked in the past her secrets, she says her faith, loving people, loving life and she believes your spirit never ages past 30.
I also look at other mums now with absolute respect and understand when they have their moments. Rebecca whose son Oliver refuses to drink his milk and so obviously fancies Sausage Pants (distressing for Rebecca because SP looks set to be a man-eater!). Helen who has no family as they all live in South Africa and her little boy William not sleeping. My poor friend Tina whose little girl has been so unwell, and my dear friend Mo who lives the “other side of the pond” from her daughter and misses her so.
So for all you mums out there, if hubby/partner doesn’t treat you this Mothers Day (or any other day), if you need a bit of extra loving care and to feel special, treat yourself to some gorgeous products to make you feel pampered. Or simply look at what you are doing, raising another life – now that must make you feel special! And for all my friends who are shattered, mainly through going out (yes Jenni, you included), well I have no sympathy, come and babysit one night and then you may understand the words “exhausted” - just kidding!