I started this blog intending to talk about mental health and being a mum, but today I want to chat about motherhood from a different perspective – that of a daughter. I want to tell you about my mum.
Today is her birthday. I won’t tell you how old she is, although if you were in the restaurant at lunchtime you’ll have heard DD shriek “Nana you’re XX years old now!” at the top of her voice. Luckily Mum has a sense of humour! Mum is very much the matriarch of the family and it was lovely seeing how happy she was having us all together for her day.
My mum’s a pretty awesome lady. When I was born she was a nurse; by the time my younger sister was born she had turned down the post of Matron and left the profession to look after us. When my sister started playschool they needed extra help so my mum volunteered. Within a short space of time she was running it and doing so extremely competently. Mum kept the household going through the recession of the 1980s, when the interest rates on the mortgage became so high that some weeks there was only a few pounds for food despite my dad working full-time and gigging in the evenings to bring in extra money.
When my sister and I were both at school Mum started going to evening classes and gained an A-level in English, which meant that she could fulfil a long-held dream and train as a teacher. For the next 4 years she studied full-time, did exams and teaching practices, ran a Brownie pack and kept us all fed and clothed. Not only that but I never once felt that she was absent or that she wasn’t there when I needed her; I never felt that we were missing out in any way.
Mum qualified as a teacher when I was 14 and is still teaching now. And it’s only now, as a mother myself, that I can appreciate how incredibly hard those years must have been for her. How torn she must have felt, how difficult it must have been studying full-time as well as running a house and family (with 2 daughters who had lots of extra-curricular activities) and how hard she must have worked.
Mum is my inspiration. When I feel low, when I’m worrying about finding work once the children are in school, when I fret that I’ve lost my chance at a good career – that’s when I remember what my mum did and how well she did it. And I take a deep breath and vow that I can do it too, I can be strong and dedicated as well. Looking at what my mum has achieved gives me hope that I can do the same.
Happy birthday Mum – I love you.