I've always enjoyed celebrating Mother's and Father's Days. Long before I became a parent, I knew it was something I had to do.
I've always appreciated the things my parents have done for me, and the love they gave no matter how I behaved. They could be angry with me, SO angry, and deservedly so, but I always knew they loved me and would always be there for me.
Now I'm a parent and the days seem to slip by too quickly. Sometimes I worry that I'm not doing enough, but then I stop, take a breath and just know that even on a bad day when I haven't sorted a nice dinner or I'm behind on the washing and his Pj's are not as fresh as they should be, I stop, I remember that those things don't matter. He won't remember. He'll remember that instead of doing all the housework or hanging the clothes out to dry, we were jumping in puddles, painting pictures, racing cars and enjoying cuddles.