Precious Gifts


Over the eleven years that I have been a Mummy, Mark has been notoriously bad at supervising the gift buying for Mothers Day on our son’s behalf. Though he does spectacularly well on birthdays and at Christmas, for a reason I have never been able to fathom, Mothers Day holds no weight with him and gifts are normally no more than a token gesture. In fact last year he bought me a garden gnome stuffed with flowers and in matters of bad taste I usually find that I simply have no words.

This year I do believe my entire family worried that what would be a difficult Mothering Sunday altogether might just be exasperated by another garden gnome and so on Sunday morning my sister Helen took Finley out and together they chose a darling collection of little somethings for me, including the book above, Nourish, a gorgeous collaboration between Sadie Frost, Amber Rose and Holly Davidson and 642 Things to Write About, which will hopefully kick start my ability to write something meaningful all over again. Helen who knows me inside out and summed up in two books exactly what I need to keep on keeping on. Helen who has a heart full of her own pain and still worries so very much about mine

But Mark is above all else a good man. Despite everything he remains my best friend and my whole family appreciates and respects our relationship to such a degree that he was one of the the bearers carrying Mum’s coffin into the crematorium. He is scatty and a little bit bonkers but he recognises what matters and on Sunday arrived bearing a flower sprinkled gift bag. Inside there was a bottle of Prosecco, chocolates, socks, yellow tulips and right at the bottom of the box a little jewellery box with a silver locket in which to put a photograph of my Mum into and carry her close to my heart for always.

When he gets it right, he gets it so very, very right. What a gift it is to still have his friendship after all these years. What a gift family, and those who become our family, really are.

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12 comments on “Precious Gifts

  1. Your relationship with your ex never fails to astonish me. You have got to be one of the most forgiving women I’ve ever hear of. In any case, I’m so pleased the day itself was one of joy for you.

    Ali

  2. Margaret on said:

    I, too, am glad that there was some joy for you on Sunday I thought of you. And as far as I’m concerned every word you ever write is meaningful.

  3. Katherine on said:

    I am so very sorry to read about the loss of your sweet mother.

  4. Heather F on said:

    This was a beautiful post. Happy Mother’s Day.

  5. That was a very kind and thoughtful gift especially the little silver locket. x

  6. Lynn Dirk on said:

    Well, in the past I have clobbered Mark for what he’s done to your heart. But, today I stand corrected and apologetic. I am warmed that he was a part of the procession. I am sure he feels a deep loss too. And I am encouraged that he took the time and thought to make this mums day a bit less painful for you. Hugs and bravo to the both of you on your enduring friendship. Sweet sister you have there. But you knew that. Hugs and Healing.

  7. You are an extraordinary woman…. I could not comment before as having gone through the same loss it was too hard – but, your mother would be so proud of you.. You will hear her forever in your head. and sometimes you open your mouth and she will be speaking! You have a great relationship with your ex because you are a lovely woman and he knows that – your life will be good because you are good…… Keep writing Alison…….

  8. I thought of you all day Sunday,I am so glad you have family including Mark,to love and support just now,the book looks great by the way xxx

  9. Achingly beautiful. Thoughtfulness that heals. Sending blessings, Alison, to you and yours.
    Koma

  10. This breaks my heart… But in a good way. You have been on my mind so much.

  11. Lynn Dirk on said:

    I’m thinking of you, Alison. Sending you a cyber hug.