I’m a big bundle of emotions at the moment. I make no secret of the fact I find the build up to Mothers Day hard. I don’t begrudge any mums out there their special day … it’s just hard when yours isn’t around anymore and your not a mum yourself.
It’s been a year of firsts.
Next Sunday it’s another.
It’s Mother’s Day , the first one without my beloved mum. I’m dreading it. I’ll be Mum-less on Mother’s Day. I don’t think I’ll ever fully get my head around the fact that she’s no longer here. It feels most days like I am living somebody else’s life …
I’ve started writing this letter a couple of times over the past week. Truth be known I didn’t really know where to start.
You know me …
Head like scrambled eggs.
Tendency to ramble.
I suppose the beginning would be a good place. Tuesday 15th December 1970 at 6.15am when I popped into your world [like a little ray of sunshine] and you held me in your arms for the first time .
The first time I met you Mum. That special bond was set. Though of course I didn’t realise it at the time !
It’s Mother’s Day at the end of the month [ Sunday March 26th put it in the diary …I’m early ]
This year I intend to make Mother’s Day extra, extra special because she deserves it.
Then again don’t all mums?!
I count myself lucky as Mum and I have a special relationship and are extremely close.
Of course we sometimes disagree this isn’t a Disney film ,but the days of full on arguing [ I’m thinking of the 16 year old prepubescent Tracey days ] are over. Continue reading