I love my mum

As a bona fide daddy's girl, I have never really thought too hard about my relationship with my mother until I became one myself this year. My mother is someone who has always been in the background, always polite, friendly and well... there. But it wasn't until I took off my daddy's girl blinkers and look to see what my mother is really like. She has always been the person who had every meal ready and waiting for me on the table. She was the one who kept all my drawings, knew my friends names and remembered all of my stories, no matter how insignificant. She was the person who would get into trouble with her boss for leaving work early every day to come and collect me after school. She has always been the person who never wore expensive and stylish clothes, but always made sure I did. She was always the person who would wait up until 4am for me until I came home after a night of clubbing, just to see that I was safe. She ironed, cooked, cleaned, painted, scrubbed, cried, laughed, worried and cared about me even if I was stubborn, obstinate or rude. She never asked for thanks and never made any demands on me. She loved me before I could love her back and she has never stopped. She helped me give birth to my son and would wake up at 3am to take him from my arms when I was in tears at my own lack of sleep. That is love, and she has never asked me to love her back. But I do. With all my heart. I only hope I can be half the mother to Baby M that my mother has been to me. My lush Mama, one lush Grandmama xox