This weekend, here in the UK we celebrate Mothers Day. Up and down the country children will be getting excited, waiting to see their mothers reaction to the gift they've made or bought.
I was the same. I loved Mother's Day and would always racked my brains, thinking of something special I could get for mum. My favourites were those 'unusual' ornaments I would buy her. Despite the fact that I'm sure most of them were horrendous, she always displayed them on her shelves.
This year, although I'm still excited about celebrating Mother's Day with her, I know she will no longer get excited by any gifts I give her. I will get her a lovely bunch of flowers, to look at whilst she lies in her bed, and some delicious chocolates for her to taste.
I shall sit by her bed and hold her hand and hope that she knows who I am, that I'm her daughter who loves her so very much. I know she still loves me, there's still that connection between us, and I hope that that little part bit of her brain lives on, right to the end.
Mum can no longer smile, or laugh. She no longer hums or dances. She can't talk to me, tell me how she feels, or ask me how my day has gone. We can no longer plan our little adventures together. She is reliant on others for everything, when once, she was the one we relied on.
My mum has been the biggest inspiration in my life, from being very little I knew just how special she was. We have always had such a close bond, and it's that closeness that has made me such a strong, resilient woman. I've learnt from the best.
She is the one who showed me how to be a good mum, and I tell her that every time I see her. I tell her how much she means to me, and all the good things she has taught me.
When I hold her hand, she holds me tight, like a big hug. I know I've said goodbye to the mum I knew, and for that I'm very, very sad. But you know something, I love my new mum, just as much.
Bye for now,
Ada :) xxx