Medals for Mums

January 13, 2011

I was struggling round the supermarket yesterday, mustering the ingredients for the Book Group dinner chez moi, and muttering grimly, ‘the first rule about Book Group is … I wish there were no Book Group….’ (naturally I love it when it’s at everyone else’s houses and I can nosh the night away. But when it’s at mine I go into muttering meltdown), when I saw a mother with four children.

One was a newborn, puce in the face and screaming as loudly as its little lungs would let it. The next two were twin boys of about two and a half, taking it in turns to jam their hands up each other’s nostils. And then there was the girl of four, who was demanding everything pink in the shop and her mother’s total attention to boot. The mother, meanwhile, was gliding about, filling her trolley, listening, soothing and cajoling, smiling serenely, and looking as though she was actually enjoying the experience. ‘Give that mother a medal,’ I thought.

That got me thinking about the whole honours thing. Normally, it’s only people who don’t need medals who get them. The World Cup referee got one this year. I mean, I’m sure he’s lovely, I don’t begrudge him, but really, a medal? But clever Tesco has come up with a way to reward what is surely the most deserving, and definitely the most unsung, group in society – mothers.

Tesco is running the Mum of the Year 2011 awards, celebrating inspirational mothers who have transformed the lives of the communities around them. And, for the first time this year, you can vote in the People’s Choice category. There are three contenders, all of whom have not only done a great job with their own families but have reached out and done great things in their communities too.

I found reading their stories on Tesco’s Mum of the Year 2011 Facebook page very inspiring and emotional – I’m sure you will too. I know who I’ll be voting for. It certainly put cooking dinner into perspective! By the way, I made the cod bake from Jamie Oliver’s new book and it was delicious. Though it did not take 30 minutes. Well, all that muttering does slow things down, I find.

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  • laurie January 16, 2011 at 7:01 pm

    My book club solved the thorny hosting problem by moving to a bar. We had been happily meeting in each other’s houses until it was my turn to host–and then they all decided i live too far away. (Is it my fault that they all live in the same neighborhood? And I live across the river?)
    The bar worked great. When they see us walk in the door, they start frying the bacon for our BLTs and pouring the beer…

    • Dulwich Divorcee January 28, 2011 at 10:39 am

      Oooh that bar solution sounds like just the thing, brilliant idea! And the idea of those BLTs is making me feel hungrrrrrry ….

  • Lindsay January 19, 2011 at 2:52 pm

    I know what you mean about undeserving medals. I remember Claire Balding was given a “bravery” award for overcoming thyroid cancer – what about the rest of us who have suffered the same disease? I received no such accolade!!!!

    • Dulwich Divorcee January 28, 2011 at 10:40 am

      Ah well you get an extra-special accolade from me anyway, well done! 🙂