I've posted before about my mum and why I love her and how much of an impact she has on our daily life. Without her, I wouldn't be able to work part-time; she is one of the few people that I trust to care for The Boy and she does so brilliantly and without asking for anything other than our time and love in return. My mum is the one who taught him how to draw a kiss, so that now he can write that on my Mother's Day card, she's the one who teaches him rhymes that he sings to me when I get home. Most recently she is the one who takes him to playgroup and has to walk away from him when he's crying (I'd like to add he's fine within two minutes).
I normally put these videos at the end of the post; try and hook you in with the content of the words, then suggest you watch the video at the end. Not this time, this time the video has actually made me smile, chuckle out loud and have a lump in my throat.
I still do that! I still call for my mum in the same way as I did when I was six and had fallen over. Most recently it was when I was so poorly from the gastric bug that The Boy had shared with me. She was downstairs looking after him and I had to pathetically call her for a glass of water. But that's a different type of muuuum to the one that happens when I can't find something, or when I want to ask her something, or when she's playing deaf.
And that's why this Sunday she'll be coming around for dinner. She'll tell me not to because it's my Mother's Day, but it's also hers, and because of the way she raised me, I'm able to be the mum that I am to my child.
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