A sweet ode to a mother…
‘My intention was to give a heartfelt gift to my mum, it also turned out to be the greatest gift I gave to myself.’
Our mother’s dementia was gradually growing, with her upcoming ninetieth birthday time was of the essence. I wanted to give her something of true meaning to show my deep appreciation for all the years she had cared for me.
For months, I rushed through stores, scanned the internet, and asked friends to help me find that perfect gift. Yet, every bright idea seemed insignificant and unworthy.
Sitting in a park one afternoon, exhausted from wracking my brain for that perfect colourful gift, I found myself gazing across a field of bright yellow dandelions for inspiration. A memory washed through my mind of my mother teaching me how to make dandelion chains when I was a child. A warm smile crossed my face, and the outside world began to fade. More memories what my mum did for me began to flow in.
I wanted to show my mother that the things she had done for me as a child did not go unnoticed, even if she now could not remember them all. This was to be my gift to her.
Join me on a journey to remember the importance of the little things in life…..
An easy to read 62 page book – Aimed to inspire the reader to re-collect acts of love their mother has given them throughout their own life. Filled with prose of love and gratitude. With pages to jot down their own memories. It showed me how powerful small acts of love can influence your life.
When was the last time you blew dandelions into the breeze and made a wish?
“My intention was to give a heartfelt gift to my mum – it also turned out to be the greatest gift I gave to myself.’
I wrote as a child in the hope she would understand.
“I wanted to show her that the things she did for me as a child did not go unnoticed.“
…seeing my dad through the eyes of a son.
Even though our dad had passed away, it is never too late to tell someone how much you love them.
All my niggling little issues just washed away…….………………………………….