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All I want for Mother’s Day is a few minutes to myself

The novelist debunks the myths and focuses on what really matters to her today

- Fiona Gibson

What do mums want on Mother’s Day? More than flowers, chocolates or any other go-to treats, one in two says their top treat would be to spend more time with their children, according to new research by “experience” gifts company Red Letter Days.

This shows how warped the occasion is, and how it messes with our minds. We might think we want this – but do we really? Don’t we spend quite enough time picking up their Lego and having them reject what we’ve cooked? Perhaps the women surveyed actually meant “more time alone” – but couldn’t admit this for fear of sounding weird. When my three kids were little all I wanted on Mother’s Day was 1) To feel appreciate­d and 2) Peace. Shamefully, that wasn’t world peace – but five minutes to myself.

Easy, you might think. Make her a cuppa, let her go off to the bathroom and don’t bang on the door, asking how long she’s going to be. Yet it’s not quite so simple as that. “Many experience Mother’s Day disappoint­ment year after year as the reality doesn’t live up to expectatio­ns,” says chartered psychologi­st Catherine Hallissey. “A mother may feel that this is the one day where her family will show appreciati­on for all she does. In reality, it’s often forgotten, not celebrated or celebrated in a tokenistic way – leaving her feeling even more unapprecia­ted.”

So the occasion backfires. A mother of two, who asked not to be named, says: “My husband would never take the kids out to buy something for me. I might get a last-minute card from Moonpig, and he might show them some stuff on Amazon – on my account – that I’ll pay for to have sent to me.” As Hallissey puts it: “The reality often bears little in common with the image presented in ads or on social media.”

It seems that even wellintent­ioned presents often miss the mark. In the Red Letter Days survey, 42 per cent of mums admitted that they have thrown away, regifted or never used a Mother’s Day gift. As an added complicati­on, chances are that Dad played a part in this. After all, a small child can’t take themselves to Jo Malone or Hotel Chocolat and make an informed choice. When my kids were small, I enjoyed their wonky homemade gifts (a picture

made from pasta and glitter, or a digestive biscuit slathered in jam) far more than a rubbishy card snatched in haste from the corner shop.

One year the occasion appeared to have been forgotten entirely. I stumbled out of our house with the dog and walked him for miles with tears streaming down my face. I felt ridiculous, blubbing like a baby over a commercial­ised event. Yet I believed strongly that I deserved recognitio­n, after all the years of mass catering and homework supervisio­n, and having my Chanel powder compact ruined by being held underneath a running tap.

I trooped home to be met with a bunch of panic-bought carnations.

It took days for me to simmer down from the injustice of it all. Next year had to be better, I warned my family. So my husband booked a family dinner at a lacklustre Italian restaurant in Glasgow city centre. We emerged to find the street taped off as a crime scene and splattered in blood. It wasn’t my husband’s fault that the pizzas had the texture of roof tiles and nearly broken our teeth. Nor was he responsibl­e for the Rangers vs Celtic fixture that afternoon, and the violence that had followed it. However, for me it summed up the rubbishnes­s of Mother’s Day, and we’ve never celebrated it in a restaurant again.

The trouble is that the business of parenting doesn’t come with

‘My husband might help the kids order something on Amazon – that I’ll have to pay for’

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 ?? ?? Fiona Gibson with her husband, Jimmy, and two of their – then young – children
Fiona Gibson with her husband, Jimmy, and two of their – then young – children

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