Fathers Day. It’s always been an odd day for me. I lost my dad to cancer when I was ten so I’ve never really “celebrated” the day. When I met S, I bought my first Father’s Day card in about ten years – it was very strange.
This year, however, will be like no other year, as the day has now become mumma’s day for us. I’m still not sure I like it, as at the end of the day S is NOT a Father. She’s also not a mother. She’s a mumma. So where does she fit?
We both understand that there will probably never be a mumma’s day, which is why we have to make do with this day for now, but I still don’t like it. S isn’t really bothered, which annoys me. I want her to want a day to herself. But what do we do? Do we accept the day for what it is and highjack it as ours? Do we create our own day? The latter probably won’t be an option as it’ll be odd, later in T’s life, if all of a sudden T has this day that no one else is celebrating. However, if this is what he’d prefer later on then so be it.
We’ve toyed with the idea of sharing Mother’s Day, but S wanted me to have my own day – which is quite ironic considering she’s not bothered about having her own. I guess she doesn’t want a fuss made, but this just breaks my heart.
So we’ve accepted, for now, to have mumma’s day on this day. Father’s Day. T’s bought a unique card that’s not a Father’s Day card, or a Mother’s Day card – it’s perfect. On other years T may very well have to buy two Mother’s Day cards and save one for later – but that’s something he’ll have to work out. But for now, on S’s first mumma’s day, she has her own special card.
Happy mumma’s day!