New Year’s Eve has only ever really meant one thing in our house.  It is the day my mum was born at 3 minutes to midnight in 1926.  I imagine her entering the word and crying and then the fireworks going off.

My mom adopted me and Mum died in 2009 and I miss her.

The idea of me blogging came from her and my whole social media journey is a powerful legacy from her to me.

This week I want to introduce you to my Mum.  She was an amazing woman and anyone who knew her was very lucky indeed.  She had a long and fascinating life.  For today, I will focus on her relationship with myself because my mom adopted me and changed my life.

It all started in 1969 when she took me home on Bonfire Night.  I was eleven months old and as you can see, she must have had to have a very good heart to want to adopt something like this.

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She put me at the heart of the family and brought joy into my life.  Check out her amazing legs by the way.

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We became a bit of a double act.

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She made me feel safe and warm.

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She ensured I had toys and pets.

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Sometimes I surprised her.

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Sometimes I swam.

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Sometimes I got into very deep water.

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She encouraged a love of travel.

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and music!

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and fashion!!!

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She kept her promise to my birth mother that she would bring me up to be a good Catholic girl!

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She kept going giving me good experiences even when she was struggling emotionally or was in pain.

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She accepted that sometimes I would feel closer to my Dad.

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She taught me how to hold my own in an argument.

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She would take me to see Santa even when I was a bit old for it.

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She encouraged my education and lived to see me graduate with a degree in Law from Cambridge University.  I would love to know what she thought that day.  This is a woman who was brought up by a alcoholic and violent father, who was poor as a child and later, who was spat at in the street for being Irish.  A woman who taught herself words by reading the Reader’s Digest and who never stopped learning.  A woman who passed for Grammar School but was not allowed to go through poverty and ended up as a factory worker aged 12 years of age.

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When I think of Mum, the overwhelming memory is of laughter and a fabulous sense of fun.

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Happy New Year from the two founders of this blog – Irene Holmes and her daughter Catherine. My mum adopted me and I am proud of her.