Sunday, May 8, 2011

Love my mummy

My mum is great. She can be stressed out and frazzled a lot of the time like most mothers, but underneath the panic, she has so much to give.
In times of grief and sadness, she's always the one who springs into action. She never mopes, just works out what needs to be done and does it. She's everybody's rock, even when she's having the hardest time.

She is an amazing dressmaker. She used to make most of our clothes when we were kids - oversized polar fleece jumpers (you'll grow into it sweetie) and neon bike shorts made out of left over dancing recital costume fabric, which were so cool at the time, but now make me cringe (mum, what were you thinking?!)

She's also a brilliant teacher - world's worst student, but a great teacher - especially when she taught me to cook, drive, and sew. She's so patient and trusts me entirely with her kitchen, car, and sewing machine.

My best memories of my mum include the awesome birthday cakes she used to make all of us out of the Women's Weekly Children's Birthday Cake Book, and the birthday parties she threw us complete with fairy bread and saveloys.

I also remember the time when she took me to get my ears pierced when I was seven, despite dad saying "you're not getting your ears pierced until you're 16!".

And the numerous times when she dressed me and my sister (I was seven, she was one) in the same dresses with matching hats.

And the time when I came back from America after three months away and she pretty much snuck past security as I came down the corridor off the plane and got the first hug while the rest of my family and friends were waiting patiently behind the line.

And the time (January this year) when she jumped off the wharf with me at Eastbourne - it was her idea.


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