The lead up to Mothers day is always a merry experience indeed. The potted orchids, glass cake stands and lavender bath sets sit pretty amongst the pastel window displays that line the high street.
Young children have spent their afternoons dipping their little hands into paint and splatting it onto cards, teenage boys have raced to the shops to find a last minute box of chocolates and fathers have bought in ingredients ready to make a breakfast fit for a queen, and allow their child to take all the credit. Amongst the errand running, form filling and nap inducing days that many of us live, when Mothers Day approaches we all make the time to appreciate our mums – something I think we should do more often.
I really cant put into words how lucky I am to have my mum. To me she is not just an amazing mother; she is also an amazing person. I have never met anybody so selfless, loving and caring in my life and the kindness she shows other people is really quite astonishing. She is a beautiful person, with a beautiful heart.
My mother and I have always been remarkably close. She has comforted me during late night talks about lifes woes, listening intently, worrying as a mother does and hugging me the whole time – and those hugs are a cure for anything. She is a wonderful Mother, but also a wonderful best friend and curling up to watch a film, go shopping or cry with laughter over a bottle of wine are all common occurrences in our relationship.
As I look back at my childhood it is clear that my mum encouraged my sister and I to be creative and passionate. She would spend hours upon hours reading with me and by the time I started school I was top of my class; a valuable head start in education. We had a playroom that was overflowing with crafts we had made over the years. My mother would spend hours with my sister and I creating clay statues, painting glass plates and one creative project that I look back on very fondly, a Papier-mâché princess castle complete with hand painted flowers growing up the towers. My sister and I were never short of books (and someone to read with), paper and pens, toys or dressing up costumes and everyday was playtime. I remember my mum making a ‘den’ in the living room by draping a blanket over the sofa and attaching it to two chairs by clothing pegs. We would play for hours there. My Mum would drive my sister and I to our ballet classes, stage coach lessons and often accompanied us on school trips. She always put us first and now I’m older I realise how grateful I am that we spent all that time together, and appreciative because I was a very head strong child! It couldn’t have been easy!
As I grew up what I wanted to do changed significantly. I wanted to be an actress, then a lawyer before eventually settling on a career in fashion. I have never once heard the words ‘thats not a proper job’ or ‘you can’t do that because…’ Instead I have always been told I can do whatever I want to in life and all that matters is that it makes me happy. Even now, as I did my most recent fashion film, she visited old ballrooms in Somerset for me, assisted the filming and styling and supported all of my ideas.
I also owe my personal taste to my mother who has an eye for chic interior and style. I love that we can both walk into a boutique and head straight for the same thing, in fact there have been many occasions where we have bought the same thing, often for each other! My Mummy’s creative talents excel expectations and she does everything with the intention to make others happy and leave a treasured memory. My 21st birthday for example was a day filled with pure love and thought. Looking around my bedroom now, I see a little ‘good luck’ note stuck to my wall that my mum put in my lunch box at school. As I look through my phone it is filled with texts wishing me a lovely day and saying how proud she is.
When I think of all the things I am thankful for I struggle to put it into words. My mother is my rock, my absolute everything and she has helped me through so many struggles. I honestly wouldn’t be here without her. She is the strongest person I know and I am so so proud of her.
My mothers love has not only nurtured both me and my sister into determined young women but her endless hugs have helped us in our times of need. She makes me want to be a better person and her encouragement is the reason I am determined to reach my dreams.
For Mothers Day, and my mothers birthday on the 20th of March I am treating her to a weekend here in London doing the most lovely things (I’ve even written out an itinerary!) I miss her every single day so this weekend will be truly wonderful 🙂
So Mum since you’re reading this heres a little thank you from me.
Thank you for the midnight talks even when you’re tired. For accepting all of my faults and encouraging all my strengths. For your kindness. For telling me I can be whatever I want to be. For wiping the tears off my cheeks. For giving me my confidence. For teaching me to see the funny side of life and laugh at myself. For turning my life around. For the chic style you passed onto me. For all the times you picked me up in the middle of the night. For the cuddles that have always made everything better. For having such a great sense of humour. For picking up the pieces. For your strength. For showing me you’re not perfect and that even the best make mistakes. For your compassion. For having class and grace. For teaching me to stand up for what I believe in. For changing your job to be closer to home when I was ill. For never being too busy. For buying me ben and jerrys when I needed it. For all the ‘Love you lots’. For the cheese and port evenings. For teaching me to be polite. For staying up all night helping me with my work. For not needing an excuse to buy me treats. For all the costumes you made me. For checking my blog. For encouraging my love for fashion. For being beautiful.
but most of all, thank you for simply being you.
Thank you so much Mummy
Lots of love!