I’m sitting at the kitchen table eating fresh, still warm, yoghurt with runny honey swirled through. You were always so conscious of your children eating healthily: date bars, carob, home-baked bread, sesame snaps. I can still taste the dark tang of apple and pear spread layered thick over fresh bread.
I’m rummaging through a treasure chest of craft supplies: sequins, glitter, felt, wool, ribbon, card, crayons – my imagination driving me to create something new, something beautiful, something sparkly. You would offer help with the scissors, and then you stood back to see what my creative genius would produce. The result: a Christmas tree decorated with tinselled mince pie cases and wooden peg angels.
I’m leaning against the door frame watching you put on your make-up: copper rose blush, brown black mascara, light coral gloss. And I remember thinking that you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Funny thing is, my opinion remains unchanged. To my eyes you still are and will always be.
I’m standing next to that same door again, this time in my wedding dress, and I’m watching your eyes tear up when I ask if I look okay. A big hug and a fresh application of mascara, and we were downstairs waiting for the cars to arrive to carry us to my wedding, and to the next stage of our mother/daughter relationship.
I’m panicking because the midwife has arrived and has told me we don’t have time to get to the hospital. I know you were scared too, but you took my hand and you calmed me. You stayed with me the whole time until I gave birth to my little boy, and nothing felt so right as when I saw my son, only minutes old, in your arms.
I could not be the mother that I am today without these memories. Of course, it’s only after you have children yourself that you can fully appreciate just how hard the job of raising kids is. Now that I have three of my own, I find I am continually amazed at your constant encouragement, your unending support and your seemingly limitless patience (although I know I tried it on several occasions!).
Thank you for being the wonderful mum you are and for providing me with so many happy memories.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mum.