There is really only one possible person I could write this about and that would be my mum.
Sure there are a lot of inspirational people out there, both my friends and even famous people. I am often inspired by how a person handles themself or a situation, but no one actually inspires me personally as much as my mum.
When I was younger, mum and I were close, but not as close as me and my dad. When I was a teenager my mum and I used to bash heads all the time. Now I’m in my thirties, we’re really close. I don’t want to do the whole cliché “my mum is my best friend” because she isn’t, but she is someone who I would talk to about ninety percent of my problems (while at the same time being conscious of not dumping too much on her).
My mum has worked nearly all her life, bar having children (and even then she did a lot of supply work, since she was a teacher). She worked as the main income earner when my dad wanted to go back to University to train as a teacher too. She worked her way up to Headteacher for many years and although even now she’s retired, she still works as a Governor on two school boards, tutors two girls in Maths and probably a million other things that she doesn’t even mention.
When my dad died, she was possibly one of the strongest people I have ever met. She dealt with everything to do with the house, its mortgage and its insurance pay out. She dealt with all the debt he had built up with that she didn’t even know about. She dealt with his funeral, sorting out all his belongings, letting people know. She even dealt with some other personal stuff that I don’t really want to blog about.
I found out I was pregnant with my first daughter about a month after my dad died. My mum decided to hand in her notice as Headteacher and do something that meant she could be around for her new grandchild. She sold her house and moved to where other family lived (and me and my family actually moved too), she got a new and better job and she was an absolute star Nanny. I remember watching her trek out with the baby backpack on, or with the huge pram we had at the time. Babysitting every night because we ran a restaurant and needed her to be upstairs with our daughter.
And as time has gone one, she obviously gotten older but no less hands on. When I split up with my last husband, she held me together. She has often provided me with financial support but more importantly emotional support. She has the kids at least once a week if not more, to allow me to feel like I have a life outside of being a parent myself. Two years ago she had my children for ten days so I could go to New York, an experience I never thought I would be lucky enough to have.
My mum is amazing and hands down one of the best people in the world. She will probably never read this, or know that I wrote it, but if I am even half the mum she is, I will be happy. She is the biggest inspiration to me. Her strength, her independence, her reliability. Of course she has her faults, who doesn’t? We’re all humans after all. But my mum rocks. The end.