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Happy Mothers Day, Mum!

One of the very hardest things about living in Australia, is living so far away from my Mum. I should be used to it now, I went off to boarding school when I was 11 and have lived away from home pretty much ever since. Gosh that sounds harsh. The truth is that I decided to go to boarding school and my parents supported that decision. Looking back it was a stroke of brilliance, I think I might have always been that child that could have gone one way, but went the other way instead. Boarding school in a small town, rich in culture but in the middle of nowhere was a wonderful place to be a teenager and going home for holidays was the best thing ever!

As a result of being away, going home has always been really special, more special I think than if I had just moved away after school or uni. Coming together as a family for us was always a celebration, it always included special meals, meaningful conversations and treasured memories. We learnt to store up the fun and happiness and share it all at once. I was never tired of spending time with my parents because it was always time with a limit. I have so many wonderful memories of amazing holidays spent together, travelling, seeing the world, experiencing all kind of amazing adventures.

I think my relationship with my Mother might have been very different if we had lived together for longer when I was young. I think I was a horrible teenager, Mum, maybe its time you were honest with me about what I was really like! I remember being very opinionated and forthright and I do remember the occasional “what do they think they know!” thoughts about my parents. But one thing is for certain, my Mum is the kind of person I always wanted to be when I grew up. Brave and strong, dependable and honest. Mum always had a plan and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t do. Be it cooking or baking or making amazing dress up costumes or knitting entire blankets of squares. Mum could do anything and if she didn’t know how to do it, she would teach herself and as a result my Mum is an amazing tier of flys for fly fishing, she can hand bind beautiful leather bound books and crochet incredible delicate bracelets with thread and beads. Mum decided to try her hand at the markets when I was younger and so she designed a range of beautiful hand painted key rings and sold them to great sucess. These skills came in handy when Mum designed and made our wedding invitations including a beautiful personalised beaded key ring with a monogram of our initials! Seriously, my Mum can arrange any flower with stunning simplicity and elegance, she can make anything with her sewing machine, jeans too big? No problem. While I was studying for my final exams at school, Mum was hand stitching the most incredible tapestry. For someone who has always professed herself to not be an artistic personality, well Mum is now a bonafide artist as her passion for painting botanical art has grown over the last few years. She is still an accomplished porcelain painter, you might remember the hand painted plates and bowls that she has given Amy each year since her birth.

Honestly, I could go on for hours about what my Mum can do, but the most important thing is that she is just a fabulous Mum and because of her, I want to be the best Mum I can be to my own girls.

My relationship with my Mum changed when I gave birth to Amy. Mum was supposed to arrive two weeks after the birth but as it turned out, she was in the air on her way while I was being induced. She was there shortly after Amy was born and was able to hold her new grandchild in her arms for ages while I was being attended to, seeing my own Mum holding my new baby girl in her arms was an emotional moment for me and I think I might have apologised a few times afterwards for all those times I kept my parents awake at night worrying about where I was or what I was doing!

Having children and realising the depth and breadth of love that its possible to feel as a parent made me infinitely wiser to what it must have been like for my Mum and Dad when I was little. The awe with which you regard your children, the potential you see in them, the desires you have for them to grow up and be healthy and happy. I always wanted to make my parents proud and I am sure there were times when I made them angry, and definitely times when I made them worried but I can also say for sure that there have been plenty of times when I have made them proud and I hope I can continue to do so. Mum, you are an inspiration to me and I probably should tell you that more often. When I grow up, I want to be just like you! Happy Mothers Day, Mum, I love you and I can’t wait to see you next month!

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