Mum

The other day I posted an entry about my dad, now I have decided to put one up about my mum. So here it is...

Unlike my dad, my mum was born here in Glasgow. Her day's as a child were spent growing up in Pollock. Her family was bigger than my dad's, she had 1 brother and 3 sister's, my mum was the youngest of them. She was born with Cerebral Palsy, though she never let it stop her doing thing's in life. It did stop her from doing some thing's, but she also managed to do thing's that doctor's told her she would never be able to do. Thing's like having a family of her own.

Even when thing's got really bad, she proved people wrong. at one point in her life as a she turned into a teenager, she lost the ability to read, write, talk and walk. Thing's looked really bad for her, no one thought she would be able to recover. But with determination and some self-belief, she managed to prove her family and doctor's wrong. I never knew that thing's had went that bad for her until the Evening Times turned up at the door to do an interview with her and my dad. I remember standing in the backyard with the rest of my family so they could take a photo of us all, and listening to my mum as she talked about how she managed to do stuff that she had always been told she would never be able to do. A few week's later the article and the photo were printed in the paper, was a good article, well except for them getting my brother and I mixed up.

My mum and dad met while my mum was on holiday in Canada visiting a friend. For most people that is quite normal, though for my mum t was anything but. Going on holiday herself was another thing she had been told she would never be able to do herself. She originally went on holiday for 3 month's, though the 3 month's ended up being 3 year's. when she did come home, she didn't come alone. She arrived back in Glasgow with a husband, a son and another son on the way. Quite a change from the girl who had always been told that having a family was not even a possibility!

When my dad died, it hit my mum really hard. She knew that me and my brother would always be there for her, but I think she still considered that her life was over. she couldn't see how it was possible for her life to continue without my dad being there. It was hard for me to see my mum that upset, it looked asif she was about to give up on her self, something that she had never done before! In time the pain got easier and as usual, she managed to adapt to the new way of life. For a long time it was the 3 of us in the house, after a couple of year's my brother moved to Canada with his girlfriend, leaving me and my mum in Erskine. Again she found this change quite difficult, but she managed to get through and adapt. Because it was just me and my mum, I always stopped myself moving out. I knew she would worry that she wouldn't be able to cope herself, and I didn't like the idea of putting my mum through that. In the end, I couldn't handle staying there any longer, me and my mum use to end up arguing alot. So in April when I got the chance, I moved out. She freaked when I told her of my plan, it took a while to convince her that she could manage herself. Sometimes she still make\s me feel bad for leaving her in Erskine, I know she isn't doing it on purpose, she is simply scared.

When my dad had died, her brother and sisters all said they would be there for her if she needed any help. Though only one of them ever bother's with her, which I know upset's her alot. I mean she can\t go outside herself, doing stuff herself in the house is limited aswell. I know if it was me that was stuck in the same house 24hrs a day 7 day's a week, I would of probably given up by now. I guess my mum has just got use to living a somewhat limited life, beside's, she hasn't given up at any stage of her life so far, I don't see her starting now.

I know in my journal entries, I complain alot about her. Though when it come's down to it, I am very proud of her.