I’ve reflected a lot over the past couple of weeks about the people I have in my life, and what they mean to me. I would say that it’s only recently (in the past 18 months – 2 years) felt that I actually make a difference in people’s lives and that I actually mean something to them. I’m not just being used or around for personal gain, y’know?
It was during all that thinking that I came up with one very simple conclusion:
I’m one hell of a lucky gal.
I have more than one mother. I have a handful of people that I look up to like I feel someone should to a mother; I give them the respect I think you should a mother (though, of course, you should respect everyone) and, in return, I feel they love me like they would a daughter.
They are the people that built me up when I was nothing.
They are the people that looked after me when I couldn’t look after myself.
They are the people that stuck by me when no one else would.
They are the people that were my family when I felt like I had no one in this world.
They are the people that took me in when I had no one and made me feel like one of their own.
They are simply amazing.
To cut a long story short, I moved out of my family home earlier than most and, for whatever reason, I wouldn’t say that I have always had the most healthiest relationships with my mother. I moved out when I was really young and, a few years later, when I was at my worst mentally, my own mum didn’t really know how to deal with it all (and was hundreds of miles away). When this happened, I was fortunate enough to have a handful of people that guided me through it.
They took me in (sometimes literally), making sure that I still realised that I had a purpose and reminded me every single day that I would get through it all. They never once gave up on me (no matter how many times I gave them excuses to) and made sure that I got the right help, when I was ready.
So, to the mummies in my life:
Thank you for seeing the person I was underneath.
Thank you for taking me in, especially when I had nowhere else to go.
Thank you for treating me as your own, sometimes with your whole family having to put up with me too.
Thank you for being patient when I must have been the most unruly, annoying and pathetic person of life.
Thank you for accepting me for who I was and not caring if I never changed.
Thank you for saving my life.
You gave me a purpose when I felt like I had none and, I can hand on heart say that, if I’d never met you, I probably wouldn’t be here today. You showed me what it was like to have a family that loved you; how just one person can have the biggest impact in your life and, most importantly, that when you find the right person, they’ll never expect you to change but, instead, love you for who you are, no matter what.
You inspire me every day.
p.s. I picked these seemingly random pictures on purpose for this post.
They were taken on a small island in the Channel Islands called Jersey. The lighthouse holds a special place in my heart, for many reasons, but the main one being it was the first place I’d ever felt at piece with who I was.
They are SUPER old pictures (I took them way back in 2009) but one day I hope to go back and take them again!