Mother has high expectations – there’s no subtle way to put it. Growing up, my sister and I were honed in the fine art of gift-giving. As the wrapping paper was peeled away, each present had to tell a beautiful tale of love, effort and sacrifice. God forbid any gift should ever be offered unwrapped and without a greeting card. Likewise, mum was immensely generous and thoughtful with us. Every birthday or special occasion was accompanied by a lavish evening out, a whole cake, an expensive present (wrapped, of course), and, yes, a greeting card. With milestone birthdays, she went, well, the extra mile. Surprise parties – that were possibly her worst-kept secrets – were par for the course.
Needless to say, when mum turned 70 in February, my sister…
