To all the non-birth mothers this Mothers’ Day weekend

The U.K. seems to have a different Mothers’ Day to the rest of the world but this applies to British mothers here too. I see the love in your eyes for your children, be they still under the age of eighteen, or grown adults. I see the way you feel each of their struggles andContinue reading “To all the non-birth mothers this Mothers’ Day weekend”

Something I’ve always wanted…

For a long time I felt cheated out of the kind of relationship I saw between my friends and their mothers. The way they could tell them anything, the way their mothers looked after them, rather than the other way round. The conversations that they were able to have. That’s not to say that IContinue reading “Something I’ve always wanted…”

To my two mothers…

Mothers Day is fast approaching in the UK and I’m not going to be in for most of it as I’ll be at a little event in Scarborough called Sci-Fi Scarborough. So I thought I’d post this now. Whilst it’s fresh in my mind. I am fortunate to have two mother’s in my life, one is the biological mother who raised me, and one has only come into my life in the past year, but she treats me as if I am her own. So the two letters below are for them.

On the eve of your 59th birthday

I don’t think I’ll ever truly put aside the pain I feel at you not being here, Mum. I don’t think there will ever come a day when I’m not wishing I could phone you. It’s been almost 14 years and I can’t shake that desire. But this year’s post is something different, because you’veContinue reading “On the eve of your 59th birthday”

Another year older, another year not so wiser

As birthdays go, today has been a mixed bag. There’s been ups and downs and one surprise which will remain private but which means more to me than I can possibly say. I still have gifts to come (thank you postal service), but it’s been an interesting day and despite the washing machine issues (doContinue reading “Another year older, another year not so wiser”