May 7, 2011

Some DAY is Mothers DAY.

When I was growing up, there were rules. You couldn't do this, you couldn't do that. I hated those rules - they were seriously cramping my style! But whenever I complained, my mom would say to me, "Some day, you'll understand".

She never batted an eyelid.

A week after my 18th birthday, for reasons I won't go into here, I moved out of my parents' home. Freedom at last! I pretty much worked my own way through college and University and lived the life of a wild young woman. I partied non-stop and did some crazy things. I had waaaay too much fun. I was young...and unstoppable! Cuz there were NO MORE RULES.

I still saw my mom regularly and told her all about my crazy the time I rollerskated down the steepest hill in Montreal in fast moving traffic wearing shorts and a pink bustier...

...or the time I took off to Greece and lived in a cave for two months...

...or the time I woke up in another city after partying all night with Mötley Crüe.

My mom never batted an eyelid.
Eventually I met my husband, settled down and soon after my first baby was born in London.

Nothing prepared me for the look that tiny child gave me when I first held her in my arms.

Her grey blue eyes fixed onto mine. Those eyes were brand new and seeing me for the first time ever.

They seemed to be checking me out, assessing me...judging me even.

A sudden realization crept over my soul like a cold grey shadow.

I fumbled for the phone by my hospital bedside, and dialed my mom in Montreal. And apologized for EVERYTHING. Just everything.

"Some day" had arrived to kick my ass.

I guess being a mom goes hand in hand with being a daughter. Happy Mothers Day Mummy, I love you.