It makes me smile to think that during my infant years, when my mother’s mothering was it its most intense, I was at my most oblivious. But a few years on, as a little girl testing my independence, I hope I made up for it with handmade gifts and wobbly dishes of sugary treats.

Mothers Day Fairies

The night before, my father might come home with a bunch of flowers elaborately hidden beneath his coat, which he then smuggled into a vase. It was my cue to set to work in my bedroom, surrounded by card, ribbon and glue, waiting for inspiration to strike and my creation to take shape.