In a break from our usual Sunday feast I just want to take a brief moment to talk about my first Mother’s Day as a mum.
Last year I was pregnant, which isn’t quite the same. Regardless, I still had a sense of my growing responsibility and a growing sense of awe for the woman who raised myself and my sister.
One year on, following ten months (and the rest) of broken sleep, dirty nappies and murdered social life, those feelings have grown.
I’ve no idea how Mum did what she did to produce Trudie and myself. Well… I do, but I don’t mean like that! I don’t know how she did it and stayed sane. And I’m a hell of a lot luckier than she was; what with my fantastic friends, brilliant technology and incredible partner. I still have a life – no matter how much I complain to the contrary. Hers stopped. I know that.
*sigh*
I don’t want to gush on and on, after all, every day should be mother’s day / father’s day / valentine’s day whatever. But…! I do want to say a big, loving THANK YOU to my mum and an equally big NUFF RESPECT to any and all other mums out there.
You rock. x
My dearest thank you so much for your wonderfull words. I am so blessed to have you both in my life.
Stay blessed
Mom
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Mum! Didn’t know you still read my ramblings. 🙂
Glad you do and glad you saw my words. I love you and respect you more each day, my mother and best friend. x
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True that. But I must be going. I gotta go hug some people.
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