This woman is my oldest friend, nineteen and a half years to be precise. We share similar tastes in music, films, books etc. even share a name. She's one of those friends who came and never left, and who I know never will. She knows me better than anyone else, sees through my guilty face or my fake smiles, and picks up on my negative vibes, because we're too similar not too.
Okay, maybe this friend just so happens to be my Mum as well, but I don't want to talk about the day to day motherly tasks she undergoes. She’s been a full time Mum for almost twenty years and it’s about time she became known as herself again. She knows she's amazing and that's all in the commercialised cards we buy once a year. Cooking, doing my washing and ironing, clearing up behind me, I could do all these things myself but I'm simply lucky to have a Mum who still does all this for me, and I am grateful every single day, not just once a year. No, I want to thank her for all the stuff that sets her apart from all the other Mums and why I love her more than anything.
It’s the way she makes me laugh.
The way she protects me.
The way she listens.
The way she's honest with me.
The way she'll support me in anything I do.
The way she reassures me when I'm scared.
It's all these little things that I simply couldn't survive without.
I've learnt a lot from her. She's my role model, my inspiration, and I'm proud to say I am who I am because of her. She's stronger, more beautiful and cleverer than she gives herself credit for and she's the best judge of character I know. I'd be lying if I said she didn't say 'I told you so' but that's the motherly instinct slipping in.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re not perfect. Sometimes we argue, like when I wrongly take things out on the people I love, but she always forgives me. She understands, let’s me vent off and then tells me I'm being stupid. She loves me unconditionally and I hope I've made you proud.
At nineteen, I could be independent, living on my own, supporting myself but I wouldn't want to. I just don’t know where I’d be without her stealing my shoes and clothes like an annoying little sister.. Besides, I like to think she needs me as well. I know I'm always going to need her as both a Mum and a friend.
She gave me the one thing no one else can, life, and that creates a bond that can never be broken.
She gave me the one thing no one else can, life, and that creates a bond that can never be broken.
So, Happy Mother’s Day Mum. Thank you for all the motherly things you do, but thank you for being my friend, my best friend.
