All a parent wants for their child is for them to be happy. (And healthy of course) A lot of people think that money is the answer, but money doesn’t bring you happiness, it just calms the nerves. As most of you know, I lost my Mum over 2 years ago, and it hurts everyday. But she wouldn’t want me to be sad, she would want me to be happy, that’s all she ever wanted. The happiest day in my life came three weeks ago……twice! I finally found my Prince Charming and we got married….two ceremonies, two different countries, double the fun! (and stress)
My parents migrated from Macedonia and met as teenagers in Australia. They got married in a “Church of England” as there were no Orthodox churches at that time. My Mum’s dying wish was that we have her funeral service in the same church she got married in because that was the happiest day of her life. I now know that feeling too. I am blessed to have had such love from my Mum and even more blessed to have found someone to share that love with……my husband.
I started this blog two years ago as a birthday gift to my Mum. For your birthday today Mum, I know you are watching because you are always with us, but I want to tell you that I am happy.
It’s bittersweet to say you’re happy when you miss someone, but that’s what life is all about.
My mother would always do my hair when I was a little girl. She would sit there for hours putting curlers in my hair preparing for dancing competitions. And I always went to school with the smoothest of ponytails, never a bump in sight. A few years ago I asked her to help me with my hair and I passed her the hair brush and she said, “Why are you using this old thing?” I told my Mum “I use this brush because it reminds me of you and of when I was a little girl.” I still use that same brush today.
My Mum’s mother, my maternal grandmother, used to brush my hair before school using this same hair brush. And to make my hair as smooth as possible she would ‘spit’ on the brush to smooth out the frizzy bits! Yes, you read that right! But I was on to her. When it was time to brush my hair I would get a bowl of water that she could dip the brush in instead of spitting on it and I would turn off the cartoons so I could see her reflection in the TV, just in case she reverted back to her old tricks.
My Dad’s mother, my paternal grandmother, would always let me use her hairspray when I was a little girl, I just loved the way it smelled. You guessed it, Cedel hairspray in the pink can. Just like that old hair brush, you can find the pink can in my vanity. And yes I still use it to this day. Not because it’s necessarily my favourite one, but because it reminds me of one of my favourite ladies.
My most favourite one of them all is my Mum.
And today is Mother’s Day for her and her Mum and my Dad’s Mum too.
All three angels.
Whether your Mum is an angel on earth or an angel in heaven too,