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A Message For Mum, Bryna Rouge


It was my mother’s birthday on 26th June and as she was away for a few days and impossible to contact, neither Dana, I, nor the kids sent her a card. This wasn’t because we don’t love or value her, it’s just that we believed it didn’t make sense to send her something that she would only get when she returned – nearly a week after her birthday.  

We spoke before she left to wish her a happy birthday but since she’s returned, it’s been mentioned a few times that she is disappointed at not having received a card.

We know you read this mum, and we’re very sorry for upsetting you. You shouldn’t need a birthday card to realise how much we love you and appreciate everything you do for us on a continuous basis. We’re sorry we didn’t send you a birthday card but it doesn’t mean that we weren’t thinking of you on that day or any other.

We sincerely love you very very much.
We should have sent you a card and we won’t forget next year.

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