My Mother is one of the good ones.
My Mum is probably the person I’m most thankful to. I owe a lot of things to her, not least my existence on this planet and the fact I’m here living my life.
That all started on this day….
So Mum, the first thing I’m thankful for, is you birthing me.
Without you giving birth to me, I literally wouldn’t be here. In that photo above, I’m only one-day old. I didn’t know then, all the things you’d do for me, and all the things we’d go through together – so I’m sorry if I cried. And pooped. And sicked. And kept you up all night.
The second thing I’m thankful for, is for you giving birth to my sister.
My amazing, beautiful, feisty, strong, sometimes annoying – but always my best friend, sister. Thanks for giving her to me, and bring her into this world. She’s the best gift I could ever have wished for, and she was from you.
I’m thankful you just let me be me.
I know you probably would’ve liked me to be into sports, and be on a sports team. But I wasn’t. I liked singing and drama club, and music and painting. I was almost allergic to sport. Thanks for never pushing me too hard. Thanks for letting me do drama courses all summer long. Thanks for letting me do all the stuff I loved, not the stuff you loved.
And thanks for driving us places.
The amount of hobbies and lessons me and Bekah had – thanks for getting us there. Thanks for letting me do plays in the town centre, and driving me to rehearsals at 9pm at night, on the other side of town. Thanks for driving me to band practise every Saturday morning. It goes on and on. I’m sure the petrol bills did too.
Thanks for taking us around the world.
My love of travel is one of things I’m most grateful for, and I’m pretty sure it’s you who gave it to me and lit the spark. Thanks for taking us on the most unconventional family holidays ever. Thanks for taking us to the desert in a 4×4, or the tropical rainforest, or the Middle East. That time we stayed up until 3am to watch turtles lay their eggs, or that time you made me touch a shark, or that time you drove us up a mountain on a single-lane cliff-side road while me and Bekah almost pooped our pants from fear in the backseat.
Thanks for being silly.
Your silliness and sense of fun has always been contagious, and it’s something I’m glad you never discouraged in us. Thanks for letting us be silly, thanks for playing games, thanks for making my childhood full of laughter.
Thanks for home-baking our birthday cakes every single year.
Exactly to the design we asked for. I remember my mermaid cake, and the gardening cake you made for Bekah, and they were better than any store-bought cake.
Sometimes I hated you for it. But now I see why you made us get up, made us go outside, made us live our lives and I’m thankful you never let us sleep past 9. Even as a teenager, on Saturday and Sunday mornings when you’d wake me up at 7am for my breakfast shift at the hotel, I was thankful the week later when I got my paycheque. So thank you. Thank you for making me get up, making me get a job, making me go to the job.
Thanks for making sure the family stayed close, even if we lived far away.
This is a thank you to all the “adults” in our family, so thanks for driving us to see each other every month. Thanks for arranging sleep-overs and play-dates. Thanks for making sure we saw each other often, even though distance should’ve kept us apart. Thanks for giving me the amazingly strong relationships I have with my family and all these amazing women I’ve grown up with.
Thanks for being endlessly optimistic.
I know this is a character trait I have from you, Mum. Your endless strength and optimism is inspiring. Thank you for teaching me that even if life is going wrong, or even if you’re having a bad day – you can set up a picnic in the living room and eat Viennetta out of the tub, and it’ll all be OK.
Thanks for supporting my decisions.
Even when I chopped all my hair off at 11 years old without telling you. Even when I decided to change university 3 months into term time.
Thanks for never stopping.
When I tell people things about you, sometimes they don’t believe me. “How can she have done all these things?!” they say. And I nod, agreeing. But I know it is true. I know you can play squash. And racquetball. And basketball. I know you trained as a spinning instructor a few years ago even though it has nothing to do with your day job. I know you then decided to qualify as a diving instructor too last year, and you did it. Again – even though it has nothing to do with your day job. I hope I’m doing this many things and achieving this much throughout my life.
Thanks for STILL looking incredible at 50-something.
I hope I look as good as you in my fifties. So thanks for giving me something to aim for!
Thanks for raising me right.
Mum, you are the most loving, inclusive, friendly person I’ve ever known. I know Bekah will agree with me when I say how thankful I am for all the friends you’ve introduced us to, and all the different people and cultures you helped us learn about. I will never stereotype people or view people with prejudice, and this is because of you and how you raised me. Thanks for giving me an open mind and an open heart.
Thanks for loving us, always.
I’ve never doubted how much you love me, and I think this is the most important of them all. I know you love Bekah and I to the moon and back and I’ve never had any reason to think otherwise.