inspirational people

By a long way,

the people who have inspired me the most,

through out my whole life

are my parents.

And as sentimental and cheesy as it is,

for me,

they completely rock.

I really couldn't have asked for better parents.

In fact, as a person who isn't often lost for words,

I actually find myself struggling to find the right ones.

Because really, they are the reason that I am who I am today.

I have always known, how loved I am.

I have always believed that they would support me.

I have gained confidence from knowing that they will always be there for me,

whenever, or however I need them.

I suppose that you could say I was a bit of a daddy's girl growing up.

My dad and I were on the same wave length.

It felt like we thought about things in a similar way.

He worked long hours up in London when we were small

so we didn't tend to see that much of him during the week.

But when I think back,

I remember many weekends spent out the front of the house washing the cars together,

although I'm sure that a combination of my short attention span

and the fact that my dad can literally spend hours washing a car

meant that he probably finished the job alone.

On the days at the beginnings and ends of school holidays

when my mum had to go back to work before we were back at school,

my dad would always plan action packed days;

going to the swimming pool in Sudbury

(which had far superior facilities than our local pool, including waves)

or to the cinema

(and we were ALWAYS allowed popcorn and sweets.)

I always looked forward to him coming home from work.

My brother and I often used to run screaming to the door to meet him.

 

I think it's fair to say that I've grown into being a mummy's girl.

Growing up, dad and me were a gang of two,

and so were mum and my brother.

But mum and I have always been close.

And I would say that she is my best friend in the whole world.

My mum worked in a school 

so she was always around to pick us up after school

and look after us during the holidays.

If I'm honest I don't have so many stand out memories from my childhood about my mum

because she was always there.

She was always around.

Always supporting us.

Always there for a cuddle.

Or to bathe a grazed knee.

To read a book,

or do an art project

or play hairdressers.

When I think back on every single one of my memories from being little,

she is there in the background somewhere,

playing the supporting role,

letting everyone else shine.

But there.

I know that my own desperate desire to be a stay-at-home-mum

is because, in my experience,

mummies are always there.

Both my parents have played a huge role in my life.

And even now, as a supposed grown up, I turn to them a lot.

For help.

For advice.

For support.

And for approval.

I thought that by now I might have grown out of the need to 'please' my parents

but I'm starting to think I never will.

After all, pleasing them is just about the only way 

that I can say thank-you for everything they have done for me.

 

Since becoming a mummy

I find that my appreciation for them has grown even more.

I can only now, really understand the sacrifices that they made.

I can now understand what it feels like to be in their shoes.

When he was born, I couldn't wait for my mum and dad to meet him.

I felt so proud of myself.

And I knew that they were proud of me too.

My greatest honour in life has been to become a parent.

And as part of that honour

I also get the pleasure of seeing them become grandparents.

Watching them dote on their grandson.

Watching their relationship with him.

Seeing how much they adore him.

And how much he adores them.

If I can be half the parent to the little man

then I'll be doing a damn good job!

 

And as I know they pop by from time to time.

Thank-you

for everything.

I love you both lots.

x x