Today (in Canada) was Mum's birthday. I tried to write something yesterday (on her NZ birthday) and I drew a blank. I stared at the blinking cursor, getting more and more irritated with the single, vertical line flashing at me. "Write something. Write something. Write something." That's what was saying (shouting) to me. I'm finding it frustrating.
She pretends like she's a hard arse, but she has a heart as big and vast as the ocean and has never hesitated to open her heart, her arms and her home to others.
I suppose I can't really do her justice. You'll just have to take my word for it. When I was younger, I used to think she was the most beautiful woman in the world; now that I'm older, I know that she is - inside and out... her smile could always light up a room.
Happy birthday to you, Mum. Thank you for everything you have done, do and will do. I love you and I pray the coming year brings you only happiness. I hope one day, I can do as much for my own children as you have done for us. xox me.
"I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights." ~Terri Guillemets