My mum has never written a novel,
or sailed a yacht.
Last time I looked, she’d couldn’t tap dance or play the bassoon either.
Her life, she’d claim, has been decidedly ‘ordinary’.
Like most working class women her age, Mum left school without qualifications or any hope of a career, and dedicated her life instead to home, husband and kids.
My life has been very different. I have a degree, a career as a lawyer, and while I don’t tap dance or play the bassoon either, I have options open to me my mom never did.
‘You can do anything you want,’ she always told me.
But if it weren’t for the sacrifices she’d made, and the unfailing love, support and faith she’s always shown, I doubt that would be true.