12 | 5 | 2019

Mothers Day.

The one day of the year where we celebrate all the amazing women in our lives and what they have done for us.

I do not know if it is because I am getting older or if it is because I am trying to remain in the writer type mentality but I wanted to take it one step further.

Mothers Day the one day of the year where we celebrate our mums or is it? Because if it is then we all need to really sit back and take a long hard look at what we are doing with our lives.

However before I get all the way into this I wanted to think about it and I took the time too which really just left me to think 'I am not a Mother, so where do I even start?'

It was with that exact thought that I started, no one was a mother and until they were.

To begin this letter of thanks I wanted to start right here, this is for all the dog mums, the step mums, the dance mums, the school mums, the sisters that are the mums, the friend mum and the work mums this is for all the ladies regardless of whether they are actually a mum or not whether they have a family or not at home, this is for all the ladies that at some point in their lives they have had to step in and be the mum.

I want to say thanks.

Thanks for filling in this role, thanks for having to sometimes be this even though it is exhausting, thanks for always having our backs and a massive thanks for continuing to feel this role even though you have a family at home that you need to mother.

The next person that I not only want to thank but also acknowledge is the mums to be. I can not even begin to acknowledge the pain for all the ladies that are trying to be mums, wanting to be mums and wishing to be mums. I want you to know that we are all thinking of you and I only wish you well on your endeavours and hope that your wish comes true as well.

Now to get a little specific, I want to thank all the mums in my life.

Thanks to my Aunty that has mothered me like I am her own and for times when she didn't see the difference between me and her own children, especially when discipling but mainly when loving.

I love you.

Thanks to my best friends Mum, thank you for loving me, for cleaning my apartment, for putting my hair in a bun, for letting me live at your house, for picking me up, for dropping me off, for ignoring me when I slipped into your house at 4am but mainly for blessing me with your daughter and raising her so that she will not leave my side.

I love you.

Thanks to my sister in law, thank you so much for blessing me with my babies, for showing me a life with babies, toddlers and soon to be children, for still finding room in your heart to love me still and mainly for loving my brother and mothering him too.

I love you.

Last but most certainly not least.

Thanks to my mum, I don't even know where to begin when thanking my own mother. Do I take it all the way back to the moment where you almost gave your own life for mine? Or do I keep it as recent as you still making the effort to celebrate Easter with me even though I am almost 25 and you are travelling on the other side of Australia. Do I thank you for all the rants that you let me have on the phone or for the fashion advice through text message or for the quick recipes over the phone. Do I thank you for the paying for dancing, clothes, food, phone, car, petrol and tickets to concerts. Where does the thanking start and honestly where does the thanking end? The older that I am getting the more my mum is becoming my best friend and mother all in one. The more I appreciate you and the more I love you, if that is even possible. I will forever be grateful that you chose me to be your daughter and I can only imagine how much fun it will be when I have a mini me the fashion shows will be endless.

I love you to the moon and back.

E