Wonder Woman Who?

So it's 3 am, I'm packing my clothes to go back to uni on Saturday and it's got me thinking about this time last year. I was nervous, excited and doing last minute Ikea runs. There's so much I didn't know, so many expectations that were exceeded and ones that fell short. Therefore, what a better time to write a little reflection post and share my intimate thoughts on the internet since that's what I do now.

Anyway, I'm going to be real, this time last year for the first time in my life I had to completely rely on my dad for money. As anyone who has ever been uni shopping knows, it's expensive. There are so many things that you're told you need and out of fear of the unknown you buy them all. Usually, I ask my mum for money and somehow in her magical way she provides it so I only ask my dad when I feel it's unfair on my mum.

As I was saying, this time though mum wasn't an option. She had just started planning the promotion for her debut as an author so money was tight. Now, don't get me wrong she could afford to buy the bare essentials but for once I actually needed money from my dad. Not only did it make me appreciate my mum but also made me angry at my dad which if you don't know anything about me and my temper, I don't get angry often but when I do I really do. In the end he gave me the money but by the time I got it, it was 4 days before I was meant to move into my uni accommodation. This meant a mad rush to Ikea which is a long drive from home and just extra stress as everything was last minute. But somehow against all odds my superhero mum did it. Like she always does.

Weirdly enough when I started writing this was supposed to be a uni advice type of post but upon reflecting on my reflections somehow my mum has swooped in.

My mum is a weird one. For those who haven't met her she's the epitome of contradictions. She's always smiling and laughing but cries at the smallest thing. She's super caring to others but gives the worst pep talks with the best intentions. She consistently encourages me even when she shouldn't (i.e. singing). But honestly where would I be without her. From telling me she thinks I'm probably at least slightly insane to apologising and clarifying that probably our whole family is slightly insane, there's no one like her. In no way shape or form is my mum the typical mum. In her head she's 25 stuck in a "40" year old's body. But she's mine. 

When I was younger I used to wish she'd be like the stay-at-home mums my friends had, the types that baked cakes, made dinner and drove me everywhere. But she's not and to be honest I wouldn't be the woman I am today if she was.

Yes, I wish she would tell me before flying off to a random country and not a little WhatsApp when she gets there, but she's the reason I love travelling so much. 

Yes, I wish she wouldn't pick arguments with me just to spend time with me when she misses me. 

Yes, I wish she wouldn't jump into my bed to cuddle me at random times. 

Yes, I wish she wouldn't wake me up from naps to tell me random stories (no I don't care what you had for lunch yesterday).

But then she wouldn't be my mum.

So this is for the queen of the fake smile, my free spirited, fiercely protective, annoying mum, here's to many more spa trips, cocktails and pointless arguments.

Love you lots like jelly tots.

P.S. but honestly stop telling me about your lunches I really don't care