This Saturday is my mum's birthday. I really can't remember the last time I spent her birthday with her. I moved away more than six years ago - not just to a different city, but to a different country twelve thousand miles away, so trying to get birthday's and holiday's to coincide has been tricky. Our family never makes a fuss over birthday's though. We prefer to hide away in a corner somewhere, hoping that everyone has simply forgotten about it. I think my mum lost her desire to to celebrate her birthday after my dad died nine years ago. But things are much better these days. There are other people in her life who make her happy and one little person whom she loves deeply and who loves her back just as much. Jill has definitely made my mum a much happier person. Never a day goes by where Jill doesn't mention mum (Nan-nan as she calls her) and I don't suppose a day goes by when mum doesn't think about Jill.
My mum means a lot to me too. She inspires me in more ways than she probably realises. She's a strong and brave person and someone I admire deeply. I don't always tell her I love her or that I appreciate all that she does for me. In the past, we didn't exactly have a great relationship, but I'm glad we're close now. She might still find me temperamental and grumpy and annoying at times and I might think she's oversensitive, but I'm so glad I have her. Where will I be without you mum? Definitely not where I am today. And even if where I am is twelve thousand miles away from you, you're always close by. Happy Birthday. x0x0x0x0x