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My Mum doesn’t read my blog. That’s ok. She barely checks her emails. But that doesn’t matter. But I thought you would like to get to know the amazing women who birthed me, loved me, raised me {or at least paid the people who did. Haha. Jokes}. The women who shaped and molded me and yet always reminded me I was my own person.
To know my mother, you need to know about the time in high school when there was what was basically a free day. Our attendance was required but there was no classes on. It was mere days before the end of year 12. That morning my boss called{look at me, all responsible with my after school and weekend job}, she was stuck and wanted to know if I had finished school yet, and if I could, could I come in. Pleeeease.
So I called my mum at work and told her I thought I’d go to work that day instead of school. She said whatever I thought was best. That she would leave it up to me. And so I told her I would go to work. She said she would write a note for the next day. If they needed it. Agreed. And off I went.
Later that afternoon on my way home I got a call from my mum. She had received a call from the senior coordinator. Did she know where her daughter was today? The coordinator asked. Of course mum said confidently. Well whatever you may think you know. She isn’t here. And she should be here. It is a school day after all.
Melissa chose to be at work today. Mum said. And her father and I support that. From what we hear today is basically a working bee anyway. She is not there, she is not coming and tomorrow I will send a note if you are that worried about it. Well. She may not be able to graduate if she doesn’t come. Came senior coordinators last attempt. And my mother, drew a deep breathe and said. Like hell she won’t. Please don’t ever call me again.
And she hung up.
That was the day I knew my mother would back my choices no matter what. That she knew that at 17 I could make the decisions I needed to make to have the life they, and I, had always dreamed I would have. That she had my back. She loved me. She was my mum. And there has never been a moment that I doubted that. EVER.
So Happy Birthday Mummy! I love you. Thank you for everything.
Suger 
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