MOTHER’S Day is a wonderful reminder of just how much everyone loves the special women in their lives, and for me it was a wake-up of just how much I still need my mum.
It has been over a year since I moved out of home and in that time I have realised how much I have depended on my mum over the years, and how much she did for me that went relatively unnoticed.
She would throw a heap of my clothing in with hers and dad’s washing, or check if I needed a new tube of toothpaste before doing the weekly shopping.
Whatever it was, my mum had it covered.
I, really, don’t know how she did as much as she did for our family of four, for all those years, and can’t comprehend how much she managed to fit into a day.
Mum never complained, though.
She would just get out of bed early, start the washing machine, clean the kitchen and even, sometimes, sweep and mop the floors before my sister and I had even risen on a school day.
Since moving out of home, I have realised that although mum is still mum, but there are so many different ways that our relationship has evolved over my 23-year life.
Under the age of 12, mum was a cook, a care-giver, a shoulder to cry on when I got hurt, and my at-home teacher who read with me and helped me with my homework.
Once I hit early teenage years, my mum was a mentor, but also at times the enemy.
In later teenage years, and into early adulthood, while I was still living at home, mum became like a room-mate who was extremely helpful.
She also, at times, became a taxi, and a friend to my friends.
Once leaving home, and although mum is 100 per cent caring and would do absolutely anything to help me out, she is now a best friend.
She is someone I can chat to, someone I can shop with and someone I can ask for advice from.
I am sure that as I move into the next stages of my life our relationship will change, but one thing that never will is my love and appreciation for my incredible mum.
Until next week, keep your glasses full.