When my birthday comes around each year my thoughts often turn to my mum. More especially this year as I turn the age she was when she passed away, at just 57 years. My mum was a wonderful person and an incredible mum, she was kind and generous with her time and energy. She always had sage advice, I often find myself thinking ‘what would mum do’. I’d be honoured to be compared to her in any way and as I have gotten older I hear her coming out through my mouth in all sorts of situations.
Some of her classics were, ‘Where do they think they are going with not an ounce of wool on them?’ And ‘they are hot in their leather’, now that I think of it she did seem preoccupied with the risk of people catching cold, due to an inadequate amount of clothing. She described my brand new, much wished for, powder blue racing bike as a ‘kiss me arse bike’, because of the head down tail up positioning while riding. She also wouldn’t let us leave the house with wet hair or sit on cold surfaces again due to health concerns.
Last weekend we were hanging out with hubby’s cousin and his young family. We were having lunch and one of the girls commented how the waiter looked like some celebrity she knew. When she showed me the picture for comparison I had the most mum thought I’ve had in quite a while, which was…’I’m sure he has a lovely face if I could just see it behind all that hair’. My transformation is complete!
It is my birthday and I miss my mum today more than most days and if she were here I would want to wish her a happy birth day, my arrival on this earth made my mum and my dad parents for the first time at just 24 years of age and I can only imagine how that changed their lives forever, but having them as parents changed my life forever too and for that I will be eternally grateful.