I always used to wish I never became like my mother when I grew up. Now I am proud to be her. She has taught me ways I never thought could exist – through love and loyalty she has been tough and mean. I realise when I hated her she didn’t know what she was doing either. But hate and love are so close. Now I am a woman I see my mother as a rock. I see her as an individual and not a slave. I see her design, style and texture in her work with fabrics. I admire her ability to get up and get dressed each morning even after recovering from ill health.
I see my mum as someone I am proud to have come from. A bitch. A business woman. A grandmother. A mum. A friend.
Happy Christmas Mum. Xxx