My mum is an amazing woman. When I was about 15, I wrote an article about her on a blog that I had at the time, which I deleted later on. It was called ‘Ma mère, cette femme’ (‘My mother, this woman’ en français dans le texte) and I really wish I had saved the text because I am fairly sure I would still to this day, write the same thing word for word.
It’s funny how sometimes growing up, you grow closer to your parents whom you once despised (ha, those sweet teenage years). For me, I definitely have grown closer to my mum as a result of experiencing adulthood, but there’s something more. Continue reading “Mother’s Day: 5 things about slow living my mum taught me”