Years ago, when your great, great granny Gertrude was a housemaid, the young servants who worked in the grand houses were only allowed one day off a year to visit their families. That was on Mothering Sunday. Sometimes the housekeeper would allow the maids to bake a cake to take home to their mother, sometimes they were allowed to take some eggs, or some flowers from the garden or hothouse.
When I was a little girl, people didn't go into "service" any more. But the churches still marked Mothering Sunday and we made cards for our mums in Sunday School and gave them little bunches of flowers to mark the day and tell them how much we loved them.
By the time your Mummy was born Mothering Sunday had become Mother's Day. And this year she gave her Mummy - me - a special surprise. She came to visit with you and your Daddy - and so we celebrated her first Mother's Day together. Your Uncle Guy was there, too, which made it even nicer. And that's why we got your grandpa to take this photo.
By the look on your face, though, you weren't very keen of any of this. And you certainly weren't going to smile for the camera.
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