There is that one person in our lives who we rarely thank, that one person who, generally in most cases, would do everything and anything for us. Our mothers.
I’ve always known how much my mum has done for me, and sadly, I’ve been a royal prat to never really thank her properly. We often can have arguments, and I often come out of them feeling like the worst in the world, often because they start about something small, which then evolves into something rather large, and it’s often around the time that I have to leave to go and do something, like choir or meet up with friends.
I do often thank mum for things at the time, but rarely do I thank her for everything else that she does, and has done for me. A lot of these thankless things have happened when I was too young to truely understand, and many things have happened away from me, where I’ve not been aware of why it was happening and what the true outcome was.
I know that mum loves me, and really does do everything for me, so much so that she gave up quite a lot in her life for me, she saw talent in my singing, so she encouraged me to grow my abilities and really went out of her way by giving up all of her Saturdays to let me go to my choir. All of these selfless acts, and all for me.
On top of all of this, I owe her my life, not only did she give me life to this world, and raise me in the best way possible, she stuck by me everytime I was in hospital, and did everything possible to help me get through my bout of severe depression. A time when I blamed her for everything wrong in my life, a time which I know she blames herself for, when she really shouldn’t.
Mum gives her best to everything that she does in life, and does so without asking much. She’s a primary school teacher, who is often given the hardest grades because the schools know that she can achieve the results with these students that they need to continue in life. She gives her all to every class, and mostly gets it thrown in her face.
I know that mum does get depressed at times, and I hate that. She is the most beautiful person in the world, and she often doesn’t see it. I know she longs for a closer family, as well as a group of close friends, yet she often feels as though she doesn’t have people there for her.
She blames herself for things which have happened that she really doesn’t need too, but she is that type of person, and she’s like that because she cares.
She’s had to deal with my sexuality, and has shown tremendous love and support towards me when I let her know about my engagement to the man that I love. Not many people can get that from her generation.
Yes, this has all come from the aftermath of an argument, and one which I wash had never happened, however, if it hadn’t I wouldn’t have felt the need to get these much needed words out there.
I love you mum, and thank you for everything that had happened before my life, during my life so far, today, the next day, and the rest of my life.
I really do owe everything to you.
