Today is my birthday, but really it should be my mother’s day. On August 16, 1974, she was born as a mother just as surely as I was born as a human. I was three weeks premature, and I’ve been in a hurry and chronically early ever since. She was in the middle of cooking for a dinner party when she went into labor, and she’s been the life of the party and everybody’s favorite hostess ever since.
I love you, Mum. Thank you for being my most important role model in this, the most important role of my life.
Get Lindsey's thoughts on mindful living and parenting in your inbox