I owe my mother a lot. She’s been there for me, and us, my daughter and I, for as long as I can remember. She’s always put us before herself and rarely ever complained about it.
I owe my mother for teaching me patience, to not seek revenge when someone wrongs you, but to feel pity for them instead, and to not let your anger get the better of you.
And though my experience of people being mothers is mixed due to being a single Dad, without my daughter’s mother in our life, I think I’m an okay substitute for mum and dad at the moment.
It does bring a tear to my eye when I get messages from my friends saying “Happy Mothers day.” Initially I hated the idea of it because I’m not my daughter’s mother, but hey — I appreciate the thought.
For all you mothers out there who try just as hard as I do, or even harder, I take my hat of to you, don’t ever think you’re a bad mother. You’re trying, and you’re there. And it’s not what you can provide but how much effort you put in. Cracking.