Today was my Mum's birthday. Thankfully I remembered to call her. Not only did my mother give me life (which is what one expects of ones mother) she (with my father) gave me a great childhood and an unassailable confidence in myself on which I was able to build my adult life. I remember from an early age being extremely proud of my mother who to me was beautiful and original. When I was 7, in our house in York, on one of the walls there was a black & white "artistic" (code for semi nude) photo of my mother and I would proudly show it to my friends. Growing up in the 70ies it was less common to have a mother who was working and again it was a source of pride that mine was different. I feel it's fantastic that I only have good memories of my childhood and of my interactions with my Mum. I'm sure that it can't have all been perfect (being served vegetable soup for dinner every night for example) but when I look back I can't imagine a better childhood. It's also thanks to my mother (and my grandmother) that I have such a sense of family, I grew up feeling it was normal to have extended family around (especially in the summer) and to spend a lot of time with them. I hope that my children will have as pleasant memories of their childhood as I have. It's also my mother who introduced me to two of my favourite activities: skiing, which came from her father, and reading Bandes Déssinées, thanks to the Tintin and Spirou weeklies which she read to me when I was 5 or 6 years old.
So thank you Mum for everything you have done for me and given me.
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