Happy Mother’s Day?

Mother’s Day kinda sucks. It certainly hasn’t been the same since August 14, 2022 when I lost my Mama. 

I am grateful that my fella and children have always been cool with Mother’s Day truly being ‘my day’… whether I want to chill out at home, have a solo thrift, whatever… (my only request is usually a nice, BBQ steak and smokey glass of red wine for dinner, weather permitting).

But Mother’s Day has mostly become a day of remembrance. A day of (sadly) emptiness. A day that mainly reminds me that one of the people I have loved the most in my life, is also no longer in my life… “The one person who knew everything about me, and loved me anyway” (thank you, Nicole Kidman). 

Her hands.

Her scent. 

Her eyes. 

Her kiss.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

Her baking.

Her cooking. 

Her cleaning.

Eating with her.

Shopping with her.

Telling her stories that made her laugh.

Telling her stories that made her uncomfortable (but she kept on listening).

Dolly Parton.

Julio Iglesias.

Neil Diamond.

Tracy Chapman.

John Denver.

Celine Dion.

Tom Jones.

Jim Croce.

Benson & Hedges Menthol 100’s.

The way she folded every single piece of laundry in perfect little squares.

Tigerlilies.

Who am I kidding? - All of the flowers and plants.

Sending her the same message, every single morning: ‘Good Morning Mama.’

Our daily phone call on my drive to work.

Our daily phone call on my drive home from work.

Before she left us I told her I wanted her to be my mama in my next life. The truth is, I would choose her in every lifetime. 

This day, and all of my remaining days, will never be the same without her.

This photo is the definition of Motherhood to me. The mother I had, and the mother I am. Two of my favourite things. The beauty and heartache of it all.

Happy Mother’s Day… My babes, I adore you. My mama, I love you and miss you. Always & Forever…