What do you think of when you think of a mother?
Nurturing? Selfless? Fun? Loving? Caring? Your best friend? The person who gave birth to you?
Well I agree with all of the above apart from the last one.
While giving birth made me a mum, it didn’t make my mum one.
You see I was chosen. I was adopted. So my mum didn’t carry me for nine months or go through agony to give birth to me. Someone did but it wasn’t my mum.
My mum may not have given birth to me but she is the best mum I could ever have asked for.
She is fearless, my mum. She has stuck up for me for my whole life and believed in me-maybe even if I might have been wrong (not very often) she always finds some good in a bad situation-even when she may not have agreed with what I have done
She is the one always on my side.
I didn’t appreciate my mum properly until I became a mother myself-how ironic is that?
The total limitless love you feel.
Some people don’t agree with allowing your mother to be present at the birth of your children but, because she hadn’t experienced giving birth to me, I wanted her experience it with me. If you’re in pain, you always want your mum no matter how old you are so for me, it made sense.
Somehow the birth of Boo made us even closer.
I’ve been horrible to my mum in the past. I was the teenager from hell. I told her I hated her quite a lot.
I didn’t hate her, quite the opposite.
I can’t thank my mum enough for all that she has done for me. The care, the love, the sacrifice.
She’s my best friend and my rock.
In many ways, the giving birth is the easy part. It is the years after which prove you’re a mum.
Happy Mother’s Day.