For the day that’s in it – well in Ireland anyway!
Today is what is officially known as ‘Mothering Sunday’.
A Hallmark holiday along with Father’s day, Valentine’s day etc etc? Perhaps, but so what, from what I can tell Mothers are never ever even close to being as appreciated as they should be so they deserve the day – and much more!
Yesterday I met up with alot of other Bloggers at an event organised in The Hotel by Brussels Food Friends (omg check me out, I’m a blogger apparently). It was a really lovely afternoon and I’ll write something more about it soon. But during the course of the afternoon I had to explain why I started the blog – which of course involved Mary B. So I thought no better time to write something about her.
The first question is – what should I call her?
Growing up I called her Mam, then I went to a school where everyone said Mum.
When I say it it sounds like Mom, though usually I write Mam. My sister calls her Mum, I think my brother is in the same dilemma as me. Dad is so much simpler. Let’s stick to Mam for now – for old time’s sake!
Anyway before she was anyone’s Mother, she was Mary Dromgoole. Her own mother’s maiden name was Jane Thornberry. Then she married Brian Brennan and has been Mary Brennan every since. Though she sometimes wistfully talks about giving up her glamorous maiden name, and once mentioned if we ever ‘named’ our house she liked the sound of ‘Dromthorn’. So here we are.
Somebody once asked me who I admired most in the world and I said it was my Mam.
This is because she is quite possibly the kindest, most selfless, hardest working, most thoughtful, most caring, warmest, loving and as a result happiest people I know.
There are a million examples of her fabulousness – here are but a few;
1. She makes snow angels.
2. She came to Belgium with her friend to visit me after I got my tonsils out, I went to bed early and left her having a drink somewhere on Rue du Bailli with her friend, and woke up to the sound of her bringing Sylvia in for a glass of wine. She had bumped into her on the way home.
3. She takes care of my friends when they are ill.
4. She never gives up on us. Ever.
5. She puts hot water bottles in my bed when I visit Dublin. Often wrapped up in my pyjamas
6. She comments on stuff on Facebook, and signs it.
7. She tweets Jamie Oliver:
On top of all that, she is the best daughter, sister, aunt, sister-in-law, daughter-in-law, wife and friend that anyone could ask for.
Obviously, I am biased, but I don’t care. If and when I ever have a family of my own, I can only hope to be half as good a mother as you have been to us.
Thanks for everything Mary B,
Happy Mother’s Day
Love you forever
Of course – behind every good woman is a hero of a man… to be continued!