Mother’s Day has restored my hope in 2025 – but my kids had nothing to do with it | Zoe Williams
I’ve blown hot and cold on the virtue of Mothering Sunday, but I’m convinced it serves as a meteorological bellwetherI like to uphold my children’s privacy and respect their wishes, the foremost of which is: “Please respect our privacy by not writing about us.” So, let’s imagine I spent Mother’s Day with my nieces, except there were four of them and one of them was a boy.It cannot have escaped the notice of anyone in south London that Sunday was a beautiful day; the last time the sun happened to coincide with the celebration of the matriarch was, I believe, 2020, on the eve of lockdown. I concluded, as any right-thinking person would, that we were in for a beautiful spring, rolling from one T-shirt to another across days of blue skies and weirdly warm pavements. Continue reading...
I’ve blown hot and cold on the virtue of Mothering Sunday, but I’m convinced it serves as a meteorological bellwether
I like to uphold my children’s privacy and respect their wishes, the foremost of which is: “Please respect our privacy by not writing about us.” So, let’s imagine I spent Mother’s Day with my nieces, except there were four of them and one of them was a boy.
It cannot have escaped the notice of anyone in south London that Sunday was a beautiful day; the last time the sun happened to coincide with the celebration of the matriarch was, I believe, 2020, on the eve of lockdown. I concluded, as any right-thinking person would, that we were in for a beautiful spring, rolling from one T-shirt to another across days of blue skies and weirdly warm pavements. Continue reading...
