With Mothers Day tomorrow I thought I would tell you about my mum. If you saw her in the street you wouldn’t think there was anything brave or remarkable about her. She is like any other 70+ year old with her odd fashion sense and walking stick to help her walk. She is reasonably fit and healthy for her age as long as you don’t ask her to stand too long or walk too far.
But there is something she did 40 years ago that strikes me as very brave. My mother couldn’t have children so I was adopted when I was only a month old. The brave thing she did was not to keep it a secret. I was never sat down and told I was adopted, I always knew. From before I could even walk and talk she told me daily that I was special as I grew in her heart and not below it. She would openly tell anyone that I was adopted if they commented on how alike we looked.
It’s not till now that I have children that I realise how brave her decision was. As a teenager I could have callously thrown it back at her or used the words in anger, I never did. I could have rejected her as my mother, I never did. I could have blamed adoption for anything and everything, I never did.
So my mother may be an ordinary old lady to anyone else but to me she deserves a medal.