My mum is my rock
As a little girl I remember playing barbies with her, lots of cuddles, park trips and ice cream. She was always very involved.
As a teenager, I had undiagnosed autism (mum had tried to get help when I was little but was told to deal with it basically) and my parents split, as well as being horrendously bullied in high school and being raped at 11. I rebelled. Not because my mum was awful, she was anything but. She was lovely. But I wanted out of my life.
Through all of this she tried to be as involved as possible. When I was at my lowest I still turned to her. She went into school to try and sort the bullying, she contacted my GP again for help with my moods and temper, she begged anyone who would listen to please help her little girl. She always made sure I knew she was there, even if I pretended not to listen at the time.
Now as a disabled 30 year old mother of three, she comes and does my housework for me, she helps me into the shower, she puts my socks on and she makes me laugh. We have such a good relationship. We talk every single day, numerous times a day, see each other 2 or 3 times a week. I dont know where I'd be without her. And I still turn to her when I'm at my lowest because mum will always be there with a hug and some wise words to make everything feel OK again.
Shes a fantastic nan to my kids, and she was there when I gave birth to DS1. I didn't want anyone except my mum there. She'd been there for every scary thing before, and she was there then and advocated for me when I needed her too.
She is just fab. I hope I'm half as good as she is, and if I am I know I'll have done good.