We’ve postponed Mother’s Day until next Sunday as you know, you said “that’s ok, don’t worry, I understand” because that’s the type of mum you are, but I do worry because I want you to know how amazingly special you are to me and the girls, so I’ve written this letter to you and you can keep coming back to it every time you miss me (lets face it you will be reading it all the time).
I don’t think I’ve told you enough how much you mean to me and when I do you just tell me to shut up, but you are amazing and I feel incredibly lucky not only to call you my mum but my best friend too. I can tell you pretty much anything without fear of judging and you know the right thing to say to me to make me feel better, even if it’s just a little bit better.
Until I became a mummy I didn’t appreciate how much a mum actually does and what it means, but that love you feel when you look at your children is just unconditional isn’t it, it makes all the battles you face just fade away. I know there were many a time when I made you want to pull your hair out and cry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all my vial moods (and there were many of them I know), for breaking you hairbrush against my bedroom wall, funnily enough that was on Mother’s Day and for writing notes calling you a cow and posting them under your door. You didn’t deserve any of that and I dread the day that my girls do that to me, though I reckon you’ll get a kick out of it.
You tell me I’m a good mum whenever I phone you crying usually because the girls are fighting, shouting and generally screaming at each other and I feel like I’m failing as a mum. You reassure me. Thank you. I hope I can live up to be as amazing as you.
I love you for being my mum, for being a selfless mum even now when me and the bro are fully fledged adults and I love you for being a granny to my girls (you silly old lady). I thank you for showing them how to laugh and love the way you showed me.
So thank you mam, I love you more than you will ever know. Happy Mother’s Day and I can’t wait to see you to celebrate a belated Mother’s Day with you next weekend.
Love you always
P.s let’s stop pretending, we both know I’m your favourite child, I mean he’s never written you a blog has he?