Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day, and though my mother passed away 14 years ago, I have fond memories of what a fantastic mother she was to me.

I have written about my mother

Annie Yours Truly

before, and how she grew up in Scotland during the depression years, before heading to Australia in 1949 to start a new life. I have always thought that her upbringing shaped how she brought up her own children.

She had unconditional love for the five of us, and there were no favourites with her. She treated us all equally, as her whole purpose for life was to support her children. When her grandchildren arrived, she didn't miss a beat, and she would spoil all eighteen of them every Christmas.

My mother would never go out of her way to show affection, as it wasn't her way. In her later years, I made a point of always giving her a big hug when I saw her, then whispering in her ear that I loved her. It put a smile on my face to hear her reply, "I love you too". I am content that I made an effort to express how I felt towards her, but I am also regretful that I didn't show this affection towards her when I was younger.

Mother's Day is now about celebrating the other mothers in my life, my mother-in-law and my wife. But I always take a little time out to fondly remember my mother. I miss her a lot.