Mum. You are awesome.
I don’t mean in the throwaway ‘awesome’ sense. I mean you fill me with awe.
Mum: you are the braver than anyone else I know. You smashed stained glass ceilings. You taught yourself how to fund-raise, and then raised hundreds of thousands of pounds for the deprived community you were called to serve.
Mum: you are strong. You lived and thrived even though your heart had been broken and your existence changed in every conceivable way over two chaotic years.
Mum: you taught me self-confidence, despite having none of your own. The only limits you put on me were ‘no limits.’ You refused to teach me the skills that girls ‘need.’ I still can’t sew or arrange flowers!
And when I broke, you took me to your new homes until I could fly again.