By NATALIA HAWK
Want to know a secret?
I like to act all tough and independent, but really – the first thing I do when anything goes wrong is run to my mum.
It’s fortunate that I live with her, because this makes it quite straightforward to complain to her whenever I see fit. And even if I’m not at home – she is the only person whose mobile number I’ve memorised (sorry boyfriend) and I call or text her whenever anything’s gone astray. Plane delayed, stuck in traffic jam, difficult uni tutorial… anything.
She usually takes the opportunity to lecture me on how much socialising I do (too much) and how many hours of sleep I get (not enough), but what are mums for if they can’t mention your wellbeing at least six hundred times per conversation?
There are not enough words I can use or examples I can give to explain just how amazing she is – and I think that’s the case with most mums. They do so much for us that we simply can’t thank them enough for.
I asked the Mamamia editorial team to play the Appreciation Game and share their own favourite memories of their mothers – or, if they couldn’t think of a specific memory, their favourite thing about their mums…
Jamila Rizvi, Editor
During my final university exams, I moved back home – away from the noise and fun of my housemates – so I could concentrate on cramming. The night before my final (and 3 hour) law exam, I got so anxious I couldn’t sleep. I was totally overwhelmed by the idea if was almost over and I woke my mum up at 5am, teary and exhausted. She sat with me while I slept a few more hours, then made me breakfast and pulled me away from the books and made me walk to the lake and feed the ducks. Then she gave me a glass of wine and sent me to my exam. I did fine and was reminded of my amazing mum’s special brand of wisdom: “Nothing is the end of the world, take your time and everything will work out”.
Melissa Wellham, Editorial Assistant
It’s not a specific memory, but whenever I’ve had a particularly hard day I like to call up to my mother and vent. She has to put up with all the gory details. Me complaining for 20 mins about a customer at work who had a ridiculously specific coffee order, delivered in a snide tone of voice. Or the drama of my extended friendship circle, and who said what to who and when and why. Etc. She always listens to my rambling ranting without interruption, and then gives me great advice at the end of my tirade. (Thanks, Mum!)
Nicky Champ, Style & Beauty Editor
My poor mother, she was probably just getting used to not worrying about me when I called her in the early hours of the morning nearly two years ago. I informed her in between groans that I was in indeed in labour and about to have a baby and no, my husband wasn’t there (I can’t remember exactly what I said but it probably wasn’t very eloquent). She’s always been more of a let’s all panic type but it was an incredible experience to have my mother supporting me at the birth of my first child, a daughter.