My mum has always been my best friend. My childhood memories are a mixture of me crawling into my mum’s bed at night and spending the days laughing with her.
One of my fondest memories is when my mother decided she no longer liked the colour of the linen cupboard. We grabbed some purple paint and glitter from my crafts box and attempted to create a masterpiece on the cupboard door. We failed! We were and still are, terrible artists, but that doesn’t matter because we spent that entire day giggling as we made the biggest mess.
My mum and I are opposites – I’m nervous, organised and precise. She’s carefree, spontaneous and joyous. She’s taught me to loosen up and make sure I’m enjoying every single day, not sacrificing my happiness worrying about the ‘what if’s’. When I’m nervous or worried she is always reminding me about the healing power of laughter. She has taught me to love people and love life. No matter what my destination is, what counts is enjoying every step of the way!
by Natalie Tew