For teaching me the difference between ‘I need’ and ‘I want’.
For letting me fall and get back up and showing me that you can actually kiss it better.
For the horticultureal advice that money does not, in fact,grow on trees.
For helping me understand that ‘Mary the Maid’ was never actually going to appear.
For giving me the courage to know that just because all my friends might jump in a river, I should not feel the need to follow.
For never telling Dad that we changed from the ‘sensible’ jeans we kissed him goodbye in, to a miniskirt the size of a handkerchief, on the way to the disco.
For helping me realise that my broken heart would indeed be better before I married.
For teaching me that you do not need a ticket to win the lotto, you just need to look at your children’s faces and realise that you already have.
For being the most amazing example of unselfish, unending patience and love.
For inspiring me to try, everyday, to be a better person.
For being the kind of mother I can only hope to be.
Thank you Mum.
Happy Mothers Day