I have written about my Pop but not Mum…so it’s her turn tonight.
This is the English Rose at my daughters Wedding 3 years ago.
This is the lady who says now she’s not beautiful & that growing old means people “look at you as though you are stupid or they don’t understand you, or have patience for you”.
This is the lady who gets frustrated by not being able to do what she did in her younger years.
This is the lady who suffered a fall a couple of years ago and now has difficulty walking (one of my little penguins).
BUT This is the lady that brought me into this world.
This is the lady who held my hand to cross the roads.
This is the lady that looked after my children, so I could work.
This is the lady that took care of me when I was sick, or had a bad back & couldn’t tend to my daughter.
This is the lady who has supported me and my family with her unconditional love & affection.
This is the lady whom I have laughed with and shared tears with.
This is the lady that I have argued with & fought with.
This is lady who can say a sharp word or two to me if she feels the need.
This is the lady who has shared so much love for other people.
This is the lady that has such a good and giving soul.
This is the lady I look up to & admire for her strength & her courage to leave her home of England and come to Australia for a better life, knowing that breaking away from her parents was the hardest thing she could do.
This is the lady who has shown so much commitment and unquestionable love to my father.
This is the woman that lays Pops clothes on the bed of what he is to wear every day and continues to do so, because she thinks he can’t colour coordinate (though everything is beige)
This is the lady who bares no grudges towards anybody.
This is a lady who was told she should start her own cake business as she is a brilliant cook.
This is a lady who held ‘simple’ dinner parties for 20 people without blinking an eye.
This is the lady that was a brilliant hostess.
This is a lady that went back to work, standing on a cold concrete factory floor to work on a production line so that she could save some extra money to take my brother to England for a visit to see his Grandparents.
This is the lady that will have glassy eyes when helping Pop up from his chair.
This is the lady who lost her youngest son eight years ago and bares the grief silently within her heart.
This is the lady who has been a loving & giving person not only to myself but to her grandchildren.
This is a lady with so much pride & strength that sometimes I think she forgets that she has any.
This is a lady that looks at us with love as only mothers can.
…Yes we may have ‘words’ now and then…we are Mother & Daughter.
…Yes we may not often see eye to eye on things.
…Yes we are both different ..but in so many ways so alike .
…Yes you have grown older..but I have too.
…Yes I am proud of you, admire you, value you, adore you.
… Yes but most of all I AM THANKFUL that you are my MUM & I treasure now more than ever having you with me still..
So do not think for one moment that you aren’t beautiful because my darling English Rose YOU ARE NOW and always will be to me…
I LOVE YOU