Mother’s Day
I haven’t posted as frequently as planned, but not because I’ve forgotten!
It just hasn’t felt right or I haven’t got in the habit yet or I hate typing on my phone or who knows. In any case, I wrote a little shoutout to my mum on Facebook this morning, and am cross-posting it here as it touches on recent events. Am using the first second (first wouldn’t let me scroll down) first (second wouldn’t let me post) of two LJ apps I have on my phone for some reason, so idk what this formatting might end up looking like oh well.
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Since going on a painful and unexpected sick leave in March, my mother has all but become my caregiver. She drives the +70km from her house (+140km round trip) up to five times a week to make sure I get dressed, eat, and keep house. She’s come with me to multiple stressful appointments, has advocated for me when I can’t speak, has helped me run errands, and has been an open ear, even when my moods haven’t been entirely friendly. She’s been by my side while I weep over failures and celebrate successes. She isn’t always equipped to handle my level of crazy, but this doesn’t stop her from trying and not once has she considered giving up on me.
This incredible woman has put her life on hold for me, prioritises my home over hers, has postponed her holiday by over a month, and is going broke on filling her gas tank every two days to ensure her 31-year-old hot mess of a daughter stays motivated in her recovery. I can’t even begin to stress how important she is to me and how much I appreciate her. It breaks my heart to think of what she’s missing out on because of me, but she refuses to let me feel guilty.
Everyone she meets who shows even an hint of need, she takes under her wing and makes sure they feel loved. She’s a baby whisperer, a survivor, a grandmother, an activist, a professional giver of hugs, and a friend.
Happy Mother’s Day! I’m so proud and privileged to call you my mum!