My mum … where do I start – born in the 1940s the youngest of 3 – nana was the middle somewhere of 13 … I am the youngest of 6 with a twin who is 30 mins younger.
My mum hasn't had it easy … born with a facial lump she was subjected to many a controversial treatment to find out exactly what it was or how to remove it. It has never been successful. But the over the years it has reduced in size. But I think it helped to create the person she is today. I just accepted mum for what she is .. and when anyone made a snide remark I would give it to them.
|I was named after both Mum and Dads Mums.... |
Nana was Dolly Eileen and dads mum died long before me was Eileen
When she was 12 she was trampled by a horse which broke every bone in her body. She raised us almost single handed with my dad away a lot because of the army. With most of their early married years in Vietnam serving our country with popping kids out about every 18 months. The family moved 3 times before we arrived in Brisbane in 1979.
|with one of her beloved grandkids|
Mum and dad loved here … the warm weather in contrast with Melbourne’s cold weather. Especially with mums mouth it was less achy. So we settled here – she raised us sent us to catholic school in order to instill the same values that she grew up with.
|Mum and Dads Ruby Anniversary a couple of years ago... |
Married on remembrance day 40 years ago
I have inherited my mums pale skin… my dad’s curly hair and sweet tooth. My mums creative talent not a scratch came to me, she can knit, sew, spin wool, create and me nothing…I struggle to sew buttons on … but I did get my dad’s passion for adventure and travel.
|Mum with the first grandson... I love his face in this one|
While she will never understand why I want to move overseas, yet she won’t fly due to a inner ear issue to understand why I love overseas so much. I will love her always while she doesn't always support my decisions.
While I have made my peace with the fact that I will probably never have kids or get married. She hasn’t … god love you for that mum. She still hasn’t given up hope on that particular wish.
So thank you for being my mum.
Special Thanks to my sister Acct Photography - because the 2 photos are hers because mum doesn't like to be photographed.