Happy Mother's Day

When I was a girl, I remember being furious at my Mum on numerous occasions and thinking: I'm never going to do that to MY kids.
And then of course, I grew up (kinda), and had kids of my own, and I finally got that she was just doing what she thought was right for me at the time. Just as most parents do.
So with Mother's Day about to arrive, I thought I'd post about my Mum and Dad, who still live in the country town where I was raised, and who now regularly share their wisdom and patience with my own kids.
Unfortunately they live a 4 hour drive away - usually it's more 5 hours when you factor in wee stops, poo stops, play stops, food stops, drink stops, and the odd false alarm. So we don't get to see them as often as we like.
When we do though, the kids love looking through the old toys and books that I played with when I was a kid, and exploring Grandma and Pa-Pa's lovely garden. As always, it's the simple things in life that are often the best, and each visit builds on a few more memories.

Pa-Pa shows Miss 7 how to pot a plant, while she stops to smell the flowers

Grandma gives a gardening lesson

Seek and ye shall find - the kids loved collecting snail shells!

Mr 9 with Luther, Grandma and Pa-Pas furry kid

Miss 7 checks out Pa-Pa's vegie patch for new potatoes

Finally, to all the Mother's, Grandmothers, Great-grandmothers and motherly figures out there, Happy Mother's Day. May you get totally spoiled (and not receive any foot spas, soap, or slippers).