Mother's Day

It's Mother's Day and I thought a post about my mum would be appropriate.  For a long time I didn't really appreciate my mum.  In some ways I'm ashamed of it now, but in other ways I really can see that the depression had a lot to do with it. I wanted my mum to be someone she is not. Well, really I generally wanted other people to relate to me in ways that didn't really match who they were.

I wanted someone to rescue me from all of the stuff going on inside my head.  And who better to expect to do that than my mum?

Since I've been on this latest journey, I've really come to appreciate my mum.  I no longer want her to rescue me.  What I do want is to really know her for who she is.  And, as I so much more able to share who I am, I find that we really are getting to know each other better.

My mum is an amazing person.  She finds happiness in all sorts of small things.  She has amazing abilities to celebrate the silly, and to be serious when needed.  She has been such a support for me, in a way that still amazes me.  I know that I will never feel like I can thank her enough.  I also know that she is my mum and doesn't feel the need to be thanked.

In conclusion, I love you mum.