When I was a kid, Mother’s Day meant breakfast in bed.
My sister spent a good part of our childhood planning and concocting breakfasts that included her favourite food - pineapple chunks. And my Dad would get up at the crack of dawn with us, pretending not to know what we were doing, to make sure we didn’t burn the house down.
It takes a very special mum to accept years of cold, stogy homemade breakfasts with pure delight and surprise. But my Mum did it every year.
Now, it is my turn to ‘sleep’ in while hearing crashes and giggles all in the name of breakfast in bed. It is my very favourite day of the year!
The girls (and I) made this tray cloth last year to use on Mother's Day. It is simple to make, yet will last forever and always be meaningful.
