I grew up, rather unusually these days, living with both my parents as well as a younger sister. We were/are a family of two halves. When we were teenagers my personality and looks were much more like mum where as my sister’s were much more like dad.
So me and mum got on well during the dreaded teenage years but me and dad not so much, for my sister it was the opposite way round. Weirdly my mum and dad got on and so did me and my sister.
Now I have grown up I am not as like my mum as I used to be in personality but am still much like her in looks. I have never really got spots even when I was a teenager thanks to mum and her beautiful skin. I have everything crossed that I am going to age like her, I’m serious, she has skin at 61 like someone at least ten years younger.
Having said that about our personalities………
I have mum’s fiery Geordie temper that was passed down to her from her dad. It comes down like a pot of boiling oil on your head but then is gone within a couple of blinks. It has not been unknown for me and mum to have a blazing row then half an hour later be sitting on the sofa chatting about something completely different. Neither of us sulk or bare grudges, life is to short for that crap especially when it concerns someone you love.
One of the best thing’s my mum has passed down to me is my love of reading. Both of us are well read in the classics department so if there is a new film adaption or play of a classic book you can bet that me and mum will be there with our pic n mix cooing over Mr Darcy or debating whether Wuthering heights or Jane Eyre is best (I’m telling you it is Jane Eyre Mother!).
We both have vivid imaginations. I remember mum when we were younger cleaning the house and telling us stories about “Our Nan” (whoever that is) in her Geordie accent. Both of us are also convinced that animals can talk. We may, occasionally, have complete conversations with one of us being my dog, or whatever unfortunate animal has been unlucky enough to get our attention, while the other is chatting away to it. It doesn’t always have to be an animal of course it could be a cuddly toy……….sock……random body part…….etc etc.
Unfortunately mum also passed down her inadequacy at sport. There is absolutely no point in us doing anything sport related, we can’t catch, we can’t throw and I am telling you now that God would not have given us these size boobs if he meant us to run! which neither of us would do unless a pack of hungry lions happened to be chasing us or perhaps if we were late for the bus.
My mum has never been my best friend like some people say theirs is she has always been “just” mum, the person that gave the best hugs when I was sad or upset, the person who fussed and looked after me when I was ill (paracetamol for my temperature with lemonade cos it’s kinda on a sicky stomach) and the person who fed (and still tries to feed), cleaned us and the house and I am more than o.k with that because that is what she is, not my best friend but my mum.
Happy Mother’s Day Mum xxx
By Lucy Williams