Life's a Beach!: Happy Mamma’s Day

A big shout out for all the mamma’s in the world. You are special to their children even if us children are rat bags, we will love you till the end of time.. Well I thought I would dedicate my blog post to my Mum as it is a day of celebration. Well to be honest I hate the commercialisms, I can tell my mum she is special any time of the year not just one day..

Anyhoo my Mum was born in 1947 and she was number 3 of 8 children… She was born in Forest Gate a little town in East London. But because it was post war most of the families were moving into Essex. So there mum grew up in Dagenham Village. She and her siblings went to school and grew up alongside all the other post war families that had been moved out. In her teens she worked in East Ham, Woolworths dressing the window. No I must say my mum is a bit of a travelling matt and she loves to travel. So her and her sister did just that and travelled most of Europe, visiting lots of places including, France, Belgium, Germany, Spain, Turkey blah blah so many … She met her husband who was a successful German engineer and moved to Germany..

That’s where all the fun happened IE MEEEEEEEE!!!! She met my dad who was an American Soldier posted at Hanau in Germany and mum was working on the base. The met fell in love, sooooooo romantic and I was created a child born from pure love. *Insert Hair musical* So she divorced her husband and came back to England alone and I suppose very afraid but there you have a strength of a woman. I was born not quite white (dad was black African) So there she was, with me alone with nothing, but the support of her family. And she worked and gave me all what she could, should lost friends because they couldn’t see past the colour of my skin. Some family members were upset, but mum being mum, dug her heels in and raised me the best way she could. Of course as I grew I became the biggest bitch ever and how I treated my mum was absolutely disgusting and disgraceful and shameful. Once I finally grew up years and years later I came to realise actually what my mum had done for me and what my mum does for me now. Yes she has her faults unfortunately she isn’t perfect like me, but she does try.. We are like chalk and cheese yet something there makes it work.

Mum is quiet and timid, I am not.
Mum is patient, I am not.
Mum gets irritated easily, I do not.
Mum remembers everything, I do NOT.
Mum shouts, I do not.
I am bossy, she is not.
I am fussy, she is not.

OH the list goes on and on. Then there are the things that we don't clash.

We are both funny with great sense of humours.
We laugh so much that we usually end up needing oxygen.
We both snore ridiculously loud bwahahahahha!
We are so close now that we finish each other sentences.

Again another long list but what my mum does for me still is amazing.

I have a mental breakdown, she picks up all the pieces.
I am not confident, and she gives me the confidence.
She supports me even when she thinks I am doing wrong.
She makes me laugh when I am on a low down.

What do I do for my mum…. I love her and I let her know it. She is my best friend and my worst enemy, but she is my mum, she is my mother, my father, my sister and brother. I am lucky to have my mum. She has been sick and her body is starting to fail and I am the one who tries to give her all the best things… I know I wont have her for much longer so what time we do have together, I want to make the most of it.

I made her card this year, and its a simple card because sometime fewer words just say it all.