Real Mother's day with a fake daughter...

This is not what you think, I am not having a cheap shot at a daughter who does not live up to my expectations, I have an actual fake daughter. I didn't give birth to my Pookiebear, I didn't adopt her at a young age or become her foster parent. We met for the first time in November last year when I moved to Mount Isa for the day job, we hit it off immediately and somewhere along the way appointed the role of mother and daughter to our relationship.

I can only guess what it is Pookiebear gets from calling me Mama, stern and unsolicited advice, hugs on tap and the occasional family dinner cooked by myself or Mr Saunders... Myself on the other hand, gain much more then I could possibly give.

Mr Saunders and I have never been blessed with children, it seems the stork has lost our address, as the years tick on by it becomes more apparent that the pitter patter of tiny feet and midnight cries are just not something we will hear in our household. We consoled ourselves with the tick tack of doggy claws and plaintive cries of clingy cats until we were blessed with a beautiful seventeen year old daughter.

I always dreamed of becoming a mother, as a child it was what I wanted to be when I grew up, I may not have given birth, or raised my Pookiebear but I am thankful that I have someone to shower love on and smother with unrealised maternal instincts. I am grateful for the birthday card that reads “for mum”, The chocolate bar left at the day job marked “Mama bear's”, the hugs, the love and the “family” dinners.

This is the first mother's day in quite a few years I have not felt inadequate, or like I failed at being a woman, it is hard to watch the world celebrate a day dedicated to something so beautiful and natural that you will never experience for yourself. Thank you Pookiebear for making Mother's day a happy day, and for making me feel special, I can not wait to watch Practical magic with you on our next mother daughter movie day xox.