For Mum

Hello, lovelies!

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. A day where you can celebrate either your mom or any other woman who's played a role in transforming you into who you are today. A day where you take a moment to realize that without her, life would still be a pile of puzzle pieces that get more confusing every day. Social Print Studios reached out to me and asked if I'd share a cute little mom story with you all as part of their Mother's Day photography project, and, as you might have guessed since this post exists, I agreed.

(NOTE: This post is not sponsored and all opinions are my own.)

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This is my mother. (I like to affectionately call her "Mum" in a slightly British accent just for fun.) This photo was taken about three or four years ago when I was graduating 8th grade (age 14, for you international readers), and I remember almost everything about that day. From the dress, to the hair, to the accidental spilled punch incident, to the fact that I'd been playing frisbee golf only a few hours earlier that day.

My mom has taught me so much about the world. Knowledge is experience, and sometimes you need someone to give you a swift kick in the rear to get you moving. She's taught me to cook, to clean, to pick myself up from the pieces I've sometimes found myself in, all way keeping my chin up and never forgetting to live life to the fullest. She's stubborn yet gentle in all the right ways, and we both go back and forth when subconsciously deciding who's turn it is to be strong. When I lost my grandma, I watched my mom crumple--something I've never seen before. That was in 6th grade, and from there on, I vowed to be her shoulder to lean on, the laughter that bubbles in the wind.

She taught me that cocoa powder straight from the container is not as heavenly as it seems at first, and the same goes for people. Sweet facades can hide a bitter secret underneath. She would always have a tea party with me when I was little, and whenever I wanted to play with dolls, she'd never say there wasn't time. She's always been my biggest comfort, my security blanket in a world that has it out for everyone. As I've gotten older, I've realized that parent/child relationships can turn into something more like friendship rather than discipline. I've gotten to a point where she'll ask me for advice, and I'll feel completely comfortable sassing her and watching out for her.

My family has this little thing where we say "143" in texts if we're in a rush, since those numbers stand for "I love you" (each number corresponding to the number of letters in the words, like how 4 stands for "love" since there's four letters). She doesn't read any of my blog posts, but if I had only one thing to say to her, it would be this: "143 to the moon and back, Mum. You're pretty much the bomb dot com."

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So whether you're celebrating your mom or another lovely woman in your life, I hope you find a way to make her feel loved and special today. If you have any cute mom stories, feel free to leave them in the comments. (:

That is all.

Cheers,

Seana