The humidity of this summer has me longing for the cooler months. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely love this summer and the unseasonable warmth, however I do think writing this blog in cooler temperatures will be a lot easier. I guess in the UK we are not used to having a summer so it seems a lot more extreme when we do. As I sit next to my fan blowing a cool breeze over myself and my laptop it makes me giggle ever so slightly thinking of mummy.
My apartment is south facing and double glazing. Ergo in the summer months the evenings are like a greenhouse in the evenings. Even opening the windows does mild relief at best. Mummy would always ‘suggest’ in her best nagging tone, “go out and get yourself a fan”, yes mummy I will. OK so it took me 6 years to finally get one. I purchased it from Wilkinsons for 15.99, bargain! To be fair she was right as it has really helped my summer sleeping habits. I would tell her that and I could almost sense the smug grin that would cross over her face. She loved being able to tell me, “maybe you will start listening to me now!”. I never learned though. It was almost adolescent defiance when she started to lecture me on what I should and shouldn’t be doing. We would always joke about it as well. She would remark how, “I know you don’t like to be nagged..”, to which my default response was always, “then you wont start, I appreciate that.”. She would often look at me with a surly brow immediately afterwards. It was our own little dynamic. She would nag me just to the point of breaking point, and I would tolerate it to the point of breaking point.
It was always from a good place but we all have these relationships with our parents when we reach adolescence and beyond. Surely after 18+ years on this planet we know everything their is to know? We have read all the instruction manuals and never need advice or support. We are all grown up now right? I guess what we don’t always realise is that, and I certainly didn’t, is that their is no off switch of being a mother, no matter how old we become. We automatically want to go into friend mode all the time and forget they are a parent through and through (unless we need a cheeky £20 of course…. then the parent/child dynamic comes straight back!).
I miss a lot of things about my mummy. I guess what I’m realising more and more everyday is that I miss her advice. That’s all the nagging was, it was advice. I miss being able to call her up and talk a scenario through with her. I even miss her gentle nudges about budgets and how to better economise. Looking back I really appreciate those things now. She was so sweet and caring and some of the time I would roll my eyes, not understanding that she was doing it because she cared.
To everyone reading raise a glass this Saturday night for all the mummy’s (ill raise my lemonade as I am working tomorrow). Raise you glass, appreciate them, love them.
Give them a ring for me, I would love to. xx
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