I can’t believe what’s involved in this mothering malarkey.
She’s an enigma. My mother.
But that’s not to say she’s not wonderful. She is. And now I’m a mother, she’s gone up in my estimation. Either that or like any child I relate everything back to me.
I love it. I do. I love them.
And for now they love me too.
But my mother, she’s an honest one and sometimes I like it and sometimes I don’t.
She’s strong minded and loyal; my confidante.
She’s teaching me to mother mine and gets bonus marks for being here. There was a time when illness was going to take her from me. I’m glad to say this fighter didn’t go.
Mother, stylish and sophisticated, this is my thank you to you.