When I was a little girl I remember you being in charge. You didn’t or couldn’t mess with you. There was absolutely no way I could get around you. You had your rules and you stuck to them. I remember you bringing myself and my brother and sister up with ease, all whilst helping dad to run his business. I never heard you once moan or complain about having too much to do, you just got on with it and did an amazing job doing it!
You were always there for all of us, reading to us at bedtime, making our meals, taking and picking us up from school, pulling us of each other when we had our big fights, wiping our tears away when we were sad. You poured all your mummy love into all of us and we flourished because of that.
As I approached my teenage years I rebelled against your strict rules. I become the black sheep and went out my way to annoy you, to defy you. But you were always one step ahead of me – weren’t you?? Remember that time when I was 16 and I was out all night in the local nightclub, with a drink in one hand and my other arm wrapped around a boy. Well you came strutting into that club like a whirlwind and dragged me out by my hair and made sure that that club knew I was underage and to never let me back in. I was devastated – you just smiled.
My rebellious streak continued throughout my teenage years until I met my future husband but you were always there, loving me, always looking after me from afar. When my husband and I got married we didn’t have anywhere to live so you let us move in with you until our house was ready, again you were there helping us out – doing anything you could to make our lives easier.
Life moved on and soon I became pregnant – it wasn’t planned, I wasn’t sure but you were ecstatic! When George was born – you were driving around the Alps in Italy and you were the first person I told and we both cried tears of happiness. I couldn’t wait until you were home to see your first grandchild.
Fast forward another year and my life fell apart around me, my husband left me and I was on my own with a new baby. I went into self destruct mode and that lasted for the next 7 years. Again mum – you were a miracle. You looked after George as if he was your own child. You couldn’t do enough for him and he blossomed into a beautiful boy with great manners and a natural flare to talk to anyone.
Slowly my life settled back down and I rebuilt a new life for George and I and then watched your life crumble around you. Your husband – Malcolm died suddenly from cancer and you dived into a turbulent relationship with depression. One minute you were so manic and doing everything at top speed and then next you were so sad you couldn’t get off the sofa.
I saw the little girl in you then mum, the vulnerable woman that you had never really let me see whilst you bought us all up and it made me fall in love with you so fiercely that something changed inside me. I realized at that point how much you had and you still do for me and for my child. How important your children are to you and how you would do anything for us.
Your life, as mine, did repair and today you are happy again with your new partner. You are busy with everything – like you have always been. Mum you command respect from me and by jove! I do respect you, you fabulous woman.
There is no one life you mum, you are a powerhouse, unique and invincible. You have taught me strength, determination and to have guts. You have taught me to go out into life and grab it by the balls and that nothing comes to me – I have to work hard and when I work hard good things happen.
I love you with all my heart and soul and I am proud to call you my mum. Yes we have had our rocky patches and who knows we will probably still have a couple more but I wanted to say THANK YOU. Thank you for being such a super mum – a mum that I can look up to and learn from. Your values and principles are strong and although at times they may not match mine – I see where you are coming from and I love you even more for that.
Mum, I love you and I am truly blessed that you are in my life.
Lots of love