lots of love... mother

Mother : If only I could see your confused faces right now reading this. Let me explain. "Mother" was the name given to one of the most wonderful women I have ever met. The nickname once given as a slight dig from our manager that then back fired to a nickname and symbol of purest love. Because Heather aka 'Mother' loves everyone. She guides us, she makes you laugh and she lifts you up. 

She is a mother in its purest form. 

You see I wasn't blessed to have chosen her as my birth mother, I had other lessons to learn so I met her at the age of 22. At time where I was just beginning to carve my own path. I'd moved in with my joy mate and was just discovering what I did and didn't want from life. And you know what she just loved me for who I was with no expectations. 

She loved me enough to let me make mistakes but then support me with fixing them. She loved me enough to let me count the coffee machine cash out loud even though she was counting too. 

Mother even loved me enough to let me have the last Easter biscuit on a Friday afternoon. God I miss those biscuits almost as much as I miss her. 

She shared her stories with me about her friend foxy and how she was online dating the other side of fifty. She told me about her family and her love for her kids David and Emma overflowed in the office until I learnt what the love for a child truly was. Heather probably was the first person to speak to and treat me like an adult. For this and all the above I will forever be grateful. 

She taught me what love was. She showed me it was consistent and light. And the biggest thing was, no one asked her to do this. I mean maybe I looked like I needed some extra love, I don't know. But either way she was there and I'll carry that love with me always. 

When I reflect on this time on my life today, it happens when you are writing a book. You see these important messages and lessons all mapped out and so much clearer and more important than they seemed at the time. Heather taught me that the word 'mother' isn't just a person. It's a feeling, a safe space, a warmth and a type of love. 

I cried so hard when I got a new job. Not because I was leaving the position. But because whenever I turned to the desk behind me she wouldn't be there anymore. 

And you know what..no office I've ever worked in has ever been the same than the one I shared with Heather. My other Mother. 

So I guess this weeks lesson is that someone is always teaching you something. Sometimes its soo good other times it's not. Sometimes you'll realize the lesson at the time and other occasions it takes a while. 

Oceans of love Cx

Note: The only picture I have from that office, and yes I'm sat in the cupboard. It was way before selfies. xx

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