Another tag! Actually one that is most appropriate in light of Mother's Day on Sunday, and also as it originated with my lovely friend and former rowing crew partner at Bloomin Marvellous, with the initiative being picked up and passed on by Fraught Mummy.
My mother. Where to start? Basics first I guess.
She and I share the same birth date. This is probably appropriate as her youngest brother (she is the eldest of 4 children) 'failed' to arrive on her birthday all those years ago - he was a day early - and hence I was compensation for this timely error missed present.
The fact that we share a birthday means a number of things:
1. we are very alike in character (two Aries at loggerheads? If you believe in astrological characteristics you can picture the sparks), a fact not lost on my father who figures he got 'two for the price of one';
2. there is frequently a dilemma as to how/why/where we will be to celebrate important milestones (30, 40, 50, etc) and accompanying subtle recriminations if this is not achieved (I could write a book about this);
3. we think nothing of dropping everything and 'seizing the day' if the occasion merits it, and even if it doesn't.
Re the last point, let me give an example: for my mother's 60th I decided to fly out and pay her a surprise visit and join in the celebrations. I even convinced my brother to join me. The trip was for 4 days, including travel time.
It was what you would call a lightening visit. Fortunately my boss at the time was understanding and well versed in my impulsive ways.
When we rocked up at their house at 6am that morning, I suddenly had a thought that we should get the paramedics on standby, just in case the shock of seeing not one but both of us unannounced proved too much.
I needn't have worried. It was ear-to-ear smiles and then everything was about my mother fussing over us rather than vice-versa. The party almost faded into the background - the most important thing was for her to spend time with her children, savouring every minute of that short and very rushed break.
My mother has never said 'no'. Aside from that one time when I asked her to not tell my father that I had scraped the side off the car so I could attempt to have it fixed before they came home from holiday. She did tell him, but only after she had finished her shopping spree (priorities, see?).
My mother is full of life, a much loved and very loving individual. She gives without taking, does not bear grudges and is always there in times of need. She is always game for a laugh, is a fabulous cook, and when younger had the most beautiful auburn coloured hair I have ever known.
She dotes on her grandchildren and is generous to her friends. She drives my father up the wall but - by his own admission - his life would be exceedingly staid without her in it.
A fitting summary to this post would be the text message I got from her yesterday:
"After 26 years I am skiing again, not bad either!" (shortly backed up by one by my father who stated she had taken to it like a duck to water whilst he opted to walk to the top of the mountain and back).
To which I responded (sensibly):
"Just be careful, no jumps!"
"Of course. Jumps tomorrow."
Mum - I think you are one in a million and I love you.
And while I think of it - here's a piece of clip art to go with the tag.
And my nominees for posting about motherly gratitude are:
Ladybird World Mother
Over to you!