On Thursday I travelled ‘up North’ to visit my mother who still lives in the town that I grew up in, which is why I’m delayed in replying to all the comments I’ve received.
While I hate travelling long distances by train (screaming kids on every journey often make me feel stressed), there’s a certain point where I always get a little rush of excitement – the sight of the mast and Rivington Pike on the hills always lets me know that I’m ‘home’, even though I haven’t lived there for twelve years and my heart really lies a hundred miles away in Birmingham.
I love spending time with Mum, and I’m very proud of the relationship that we have. She’s stopped being a parental figure and has become more of a friend – we’re very similar and can talk about most things.
Upon arrival at her house I was greeted by her three manic dogs and I took my usual position on the couch. She’d been out and bought all my favourite food – ingredients for panini’s, cherry bakewells, olives, Peppardew peppers, cheese and crackers, tomato chutney, new potatoes, Seabrook crisps… I’d been thoroughly spoilt. We chatted, laughed, watched TV, ate some gorgeous meals (Mum is an amazing cook) and then this morning we went shopping, where I treated her to some new clothes and perfume. I like the fact that I can spoil her too.
I’ve spent the last few days enjoying cuddles with her three doggies too. They’re very cute, if a bit stinky as one has wind problems, but they’re very affectionate and love being fussed. She has three of them:
I’m grateful to have a mother like her that I can not only relate to, but I can thoroughly relax and enjoy myself. It’s common knowledge that is girls turn into our mothers, and that’s absolutely fine with me!
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