Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Celebrating my Mum on Mother's Day

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Mother's Day is fast approaching (26th of March in case you weren't sure) so when The Car People contacted me and asked me to share an article about my favourite car journey with my Mum I jumped at the chance to write a post detailing just how much I appreciate everything she does for me.

Before I start I just wanted to say that my heart, love and best wishes go out to anyone out there who is going through Mother's Day without their Mum (or Fathers day without their Dad). I can't even begin to imagine how hard it is for you guys out there and I hope that the day itself isn't too awful for you xxx

So, my Mum. My Mum is essentially the grown up version of me (yes I know I'm 25) - Same mannerisms, same features, same death stare. As a teenager we didn't get on that well but that was probably my fault for lying about staying at a friends house when really I was necking vodka in a field.

The older I've gotten the more I've come to appreciate everything that my Mum does for me and when I look at everything she does for me, I don't actually know how I would cope without her.

Going to Australia was one of the hardest things I've ever done and although I think secretly she didn't really want me to go, my Mum still drove me to Manchester airport at three am in the morning. My tummy was playing up due to nerves but she talked me through it and made me a nest in the back of the car so I was as comfy as could be.

My parents walked me into the airport and stayed with me whilst I waited for Jody. Soon it was time for our goodbyes and that was it, I was on my own.

Fast forward 13 months and the boyfriend and I had spent well over 24 hours travelling home from Thailand - A flight to Abu Dhabi, A flight to London, the tube from Heathrow to Kings Cross followed by a two hour train journey back up north to York - so it's safe to say that by the time we were back in God's county we were e.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d.

Luckily for me my Mum was already at the station, ready and waiting at the platform to carry my bag and take me home (despite the fact we didn't arrive until just after midnight). Once settled in the car it was like all the tiredness had been washed away and I was bright eyed and bushy tailed. I rabbited on about my adventures the whole way home and I think by the time I got out of the car, they were ready to put me on another plane.

By the time we arrived at my childhood home it was like I had never left, like I'd never flown 9000 miles away, like I'd never spent a year away from everybody I loved.

I was finally home.

Taking me to my adventure then picking me up in the dead of night when it was over is just one of the million things my Mum has done for me in my lifetime and I can't thank her enough for any of it. Much love! x

This post was written in collaboration with The Car People but all thoughts, opinions and love for my Mum are my own (obviously!

If you want to read more lovely Mum-centric memories, click here.
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