Cosima Underwater

You can’t truly appreciate your mum (or your dad) until you are a parent yourself. At least that’s true for me. When you have kids you are forced to acknowledge the sacrifices, joys, and pains your parents went through. Some people I know don’t need to have kids to know that, but I was stupid until I had little man.

I called my mum today to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. I could hear the happiness in her voice, despite all the challenges recently. My dad is in the hospital, one of his toe has been amputated because of diabetes. The wound won’t heal, my daddy is depressed, and my mum has to cope with it all alone because I am thousand of kilometers away.

I called my dad to try to reinstall the feisty strength into him he always had, and I called my mum to reinstall the sunny optimism that has been always in her heart. I think I succeeded, at least partially.

I woke to a card with a poem under my cushion this morning: “Dear Mama, I have a poem for you. Mums are sometimes a pity but always pretty. You are sometimes lazy but always buzy. Happy mother’s day! From little man”

Little man told me that he had a hard time to find the rhyming words, that it took him two hours, but he never gave up … :)

Happy Mother’s Day!