This is my mother. Isn't she beautiful? Gosh, my Dad's lucky!
My mother has never missed a single event in my life. Ever! She was there for every play, every talk, every swimming class or art class. She even taught my friends and I in an art class! She is creative, dedicated and beautiful! She is brave, and prioritizes perfectly. I remember when she was about to go to the hospital to have Connor: labor had begun. It's possibly the scariest scenario I could imagine! I asked her how she was feeling and she said, "so excited!" Excited? Can you imagine?!
I am glad that I have always been great friends with my Mum. Some people don't have that relationship with their mother's: how sad! Even now, I know that the first person I can call for help or advice is her. Even if she can never give me advice (usually this is only when I ask her "hey, what should I wear?"), she'll be there, offering.
When Alastair and I were in reception class and year 1 class, we walked to school everyday. It was far, and people would offer us a ride. But we never really needed a ride: we would walk with mum in rain or shine, each of us holding onto Logan's buggy. Mum would quiz us the whole way there, "If I had 7 apples and gave Alastair 3, how many apples would I have left?", or "spell t-a-b-l-e". We would recite the articles of faith. One time we even made it in a hail storm! It was so much fun.
My mother is my favourite person. If I could be even half the mother to my children that she is to us, I would be incredible. People will say it all day today, "My mom's the best there is!" But MY mum... well, she really is!
I love you, Mum!