When my mother was alive, I had to keep track of 2 lots of Mother’s Days. Mothering Sunday in the UK in March or April and the American influenced Mother’s Day in May, which is the date that most countries in Asia would celebrate this special day.
In the UK the date is set on the fourth Sunday of Lent and is exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday.
So every year, without fail, I would have bought a Mother’s Day card in March and come May, I would have been frantically looking for the card I had so carefully put away safely, ready to be sent off to Malaysia in May. Should I fail to locate the card, I would resort to creating my own card using my son’s supply of colour pens and stickers. Making the cards were not the issue. My problem was coming up with the appropriately soppy and yet eloquent sentiments to express my appreciation and love for my mother. I truly had not appreciated how difficult this task could be until I tried to do it myself. I now have a healthy respect for the copy writers whose profession is to write these stuff.
Some days after my mother’s funeral, I found in my mother’s house a Mother’s Day card I had made. I was truly touched. I realised then that my personal and pretty bad attempt was of much higher value to my dear Mum than the professional eloquent ones.