On Friday, my mum is having an important birthday. In what feels now like another dimension, my family had intended to celebrate by sky diving. Of course this event has had to be postponed to a date far in the future, however this had not been my only plan.
I must admit, I am rubbish at giving people presents. A paper box made in haste with three chocolates placed inside that I gave my mum for Mother’s Day when I was twelve is testament to this fact. I am sure that most of my family members reading this blog will also have other examples that prove this fact. However, as I began to excel at English, I learnt a clever trick. If I wrote an emotional card, this worked as a perfect substitute for a not-so-great present. In that other dimension, after my family’s sky dive, I planned for us all to have dinner and I would seize the opportunity to give a speech. This speech would detail how much I love Mum and how grateful I am to her. We won’t be able to go sky diving for some time, however that doesn’t mean that I can’t publish a lovely post about my mum instead of giving a speech. So, here I go.
For as long as I can remember Mum has always been very loving. Many Autistic people do not like hugging and I have always found hugging other people to be slightly awkward. Yet I have never had this with Mum. From the time I was little, Mum has always showered me with hugs. When I feel at my most upset, a hug from Mum can be very comforting.
Mum has always been the most supportive person in my life. She has never judged me and has always accepted my many personality quirks. She has made it very clear to me over the years that the most important thing in life is that I do my best. If I do that, then I will always be good enough. I have never been afraid to ask Mum for advice and she always gives a good response. When I get over-confident, Mum is never afraid to gently knock me down a few pegs.
Like many Autistic girls, throughout my life I have practised something known as masking. This is basically when I adapt certain behaviours to suit a particular situation. When you see me interacting with friends in school my Autistic behaviours can almost seem invisible. With Mum, I have never had to hide anything in this way because she has always been so understanding. Out of all the people in my life, the version of myself that I present to her is easily the most true to the real me.
I am aware of how cheesy this post may be. I also don’t want to make out that Mum does not have any flaws, because that would putting her on a pedestal and setting up ridiculously high expectations. However, I am also aware of the many sacrifices my mum has had to make over the years and how many troubles she had to face. The fact that she has been able to cope with everything life has handed to her and still be such a good mum makes me really proud. She has always been so supportive with everything I do. She has even used her amazing skills in English to painstakingly help edit my blog posts. Having good people in your life is a good thing and should be celebrated, especially when it is their birthday. I could fill this post with hundreds of stories that prove how wonderful my mum is, however that would be far too embarrassing and would risk giving away my anonymity. Mum would also be even more awkward than I have already made her. So instead of doing that I simply want to say:
Thank you for being a good mum, Mum and I wish you a very Happy Birthday! (On Friday)