Saturday, 8 May 2010
I think now's a good opportunity to thank my own mum, cause, you know, I got a good one. I could thank her for her unconditional love and support, her faith in me, her patience, yada yada yada, cause she is all that. But since becoming a mum myself I can see some things that she really does need thanking for. Here they are:
* Cleaning copious amount of vomit – I'm what you might call a chucker. Always vomited at the drop of a hat. Mainly a nervous spewer, really. While I can count on one hand how many times my kids have thrown up, it was nearly a daily occurrence for me for many years. There was the time I chucked on the business man on the plane. When I threw up in the haunted house at Disneyland. I vomited every first day of each school year (and many in between) until year 12. I think I may have even spewed on Santa.
As a mum, I now realise how humiliating and plain disgusting this must have been for her! So, thank you Mum!
* Putting up with a child who got constantly lost – I must confess, as a young child I use to enjoy running off while at the shopping centre and getting the staff to announce my name over the loudspeaker. I did this each and every time we went to the shops for a long time. My attempts at getting my 15 minutes of fame at Bakersfield Kmart. Strange, I know.
So, apologies Mum and thanks for collecting me every time I got 'lost'.
* For indulging whatever 'phase' or obsession I went through – From watching Raggedy Ann and Andy daily when I was three; to listening to Beatles on replay; to watching James Dean and River Phoenix movies; to listening to grunge; to listening to Britpop. I'm sure there were many other 'obsessions' that I can't recall. My mum never complained or got bored of it. In fact, when I missed out on Pearl Jam tickets after camping out, my mum went and bought a ticket from a scalper for me – in the second row. How many mums do that for their teens?
So thank you, Mum. For all this and a whole lot more that you do for me and my family every day.
We love you!