My mum

I thought I would take a minute out of my busy day and spend a few minutes in appreciation of my ever so insperational mother.

She is a textile artist and a mother. I remember from a young age being surrounded by material, thread, paint and all sorts of craty things. As children we used to sit in her sewing area and look at all the material we were never allowed to use because it was the 'special stuff'. Recently while I was at home I was looking at mums material and discovered that the 'special' materials still havnt been used this made me smile. As a small child when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up I always replied with 'A mother and a quilter' when questioned why the reply was always 'Just like my mum'. For the past 3-4 years I havent wanted to have children, but recently I realised that if I didnt I wouldnt be fufilling my dreams of when I was a small child. I will never be a quilter like my mother but I really enjoy felting (another craft my mother taught me) and I think that is close enough. I also want to have children now so I can pass on everything my mother taught me.

My mum has 5 incredibly trying children ranging from 20-8. All of us with our own challenges. She is incrediblly patient with us even though we always are naughty and mischevious. All of us are highly gifted spirited childern who are very determined. I admire my mother for all the hard work she puts into raising us and keeping us busy (we get bored easily). Each of us are so different. Each with our own special talents and abilities. My mother has been able to nurture and help us develope each of these talents (when there are 5 kids this takes a lot of effort).

I never realised how much she did/does for me until I moved away from home. Now while at university I miss just sitting down and chatting with her even our disagreements. In the last week I think I have called her 3-4 times. I would laugh at her for the amount of time she spends talking to her sisters and mother (especially her twin) but now I am just as bad. I think being so far away from them proves how much I rely on my sisters and mother. I try to call at least once a week to talk. And for some reason I can always find something to say. I called her the other day just to ask her how to sew something on. It seems more logical calling my mother than googling something I dont know how to do.

Everytime we go anywhere she tries to tell at least one person the look nice. The amount of smiles and shocked looks she gets given when she does this is so cool. I have been aiming to do this but my shyness gets the better of me.
I sent mum a letter of apprectiation the other day. She recieved it yesterday and I managed to make her cry :) though this time it was good tears and i didnt feel bad for it. Today she will be recieving a bouquet of flowers (Irises, Daffodils and spring flowers) I hope that I suprise her again. all because she hasnt been well for the past weeks.

I will always value her opinion and everything she does for people. I am trying everyday to be more like her. Slowly I am becoming more like her. Strong, Independent and wonderful. I will never be a great as my mum but I hope that one day I will be as much of a wonderful parent to my children as she is to me.

<3 Thanks for everything mum