Mother’s Day

Today is Mother’s Day in France. And as such I’ve been thinking a lot about my mum, and how much I need and count on her. She’s my go to for all of my baby, relationship and life queries. After google of course.

The best part is that she always knows what to say and what to do. Google doesn’t, and is usually just frightening. And even if I don’t realise it at the time mum is always right. Mum doesn’t always know best…only about 97% of the time. But always about the important stuff. And to be honest, the other three percent is probably a case of me not listening and thinking that I know best. Which, now that I’m also a mum, could be true. But probably not.

I only really realised how true it is that ‘mum knows best’ when 3 whole weeks before Thalia was due, my mum – who I was living with at the time – peeked into my room and very seriously asked me to please pack my hospital bag. She just had this funny feeling. So I rolled my eyes, thought ‘whatever mum’, but did it anyway to make her happy. Two days later I went into labour. Even then, during maybe the scariest moment of my life, she knew exactly what to say. I didn’t get ‘what did I tell you?’ or ‘I told you so’ (she saved all of that until I was out of the hospital…), just ‘calm down, let’s make sure we have everything ready…then you have to eat your fajitas, it could be a while before you eat again’. Yep, you guessed it…I didn’t eat for almost 40 hours after those fajitas – minus a bite of toast and maybe 5 gummy bears. She was right again. Just like she always is.

Above is a picture of one of the most important moments of my life…when my mum met my baby. I spent the first 15 hours of labour with my mum never leaving my side. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way, I’m so happy that she was a part of it. François got to enjoy the lengthy second half of labour after he drove like a mad man through France 4 days before he had planned to. We never imagined that Thalia would be early, what with my infamous talent at being late for everything.

3 months later and we live in France, meaning that I only have access to my mum over the phone, and even then I have limited UK minutes. So I have to choose my moments wisely – which is not ideal considering how often I want to speak to her. Which is whenever I have any kind of information to share. Which is at least 5 times a day. Instead we usually aim for a weekly phonecall; 1 hour when I make sure that Thalia is fed and happy and François knows that I will be totally unavailable.

Living in another country also means that we are limited in how often Thalia can see her, and that breaks my heart a little bit…a lot actually. But with mum aiming for a trip to France every month until Christmas – which we plan to spend with her in England – I feel more at ease. She’s arriving for her first trip in 10 DAYS and I CANNOT WAIT!!

So, mum, thank you for the eternal advice and for keeping a cool head both with me and for me for the last 26 years…I wouldn’t change you for anything.


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