No truer words written.......

As I was pondering what to write about this week...I wandered around my home and came up with unlimited silly stories that I could write, about one thing or the other, until I paused in front of this stitchery that normally graces my loungeroom wall.

This week,.... I thought.... I will do something entirely different.....dare I say "risque" and consider writing something...wait for it....SERIOUS???

Serious! ...Serious???? I hear you say!!...Me?..... be serious.....well maybe for a minute or two I could manage it!! .......So,  I sat down at my computer, uploaded the photo, and started to think about my mum.

My dear sweet mum!........Where would I would I describe her....well two words kept coming to mind.....BEST FRIEND!

Then on thinking back I realised it hasn't always been like that (well it has, but I guess I just lost sight of it at the time). As a teenager we went through a bit of a bit of a rough patch. Of course we never stopped loving each other....just really knew how to push each others  I guess though,  if I am totally honest,  it was me who did most of the button pushing . A typical 16 year old with a point to prove and an attitude as big as her (wish I could say bustline...but that didn't come till later) Abba Collection!, but we usually both ended up in Nothing serious of course...just the normal teenage drama queen wanting her own way and mum......doing what she had to do coz she loved me and didnt want to see me make silly mistakes.

Well once those "nasty" teenage hormones subsided we were didn't last for long and we look back now and wonder what all the fuss was about. I thank her for it now but at the time........geez louise! .....I gave her a hard time!

Anyways....MY MUM......
My confidante, my biggest fan, my biggest critic, my sounding board,  my cooking teacher, my dance partner,  my shopping mate, my "I'll give anything a go-er", my "egger-onnerer", my "she thinks coz she is welsh she can sing"...(but she can't!),  my idol, my rock, my best girlfriend.......and above hero!  On top of all of that, my mum is the one who will always sit and laugh with me till we I supose I have her to thank for my sense of humor as well!

I love ya mum and I'm trooley-rooley sorry about the "like" brain freeze I had back in the 80's but I think every 16 year old daughter was the same (well that's my excuse and I'm a stickin' to it).

So there you have it..... I can stick to a serious thought... surprised aren't you all??

Okay...well I will finish this post off wth a little tribute to "me mum"......
You had best grab yourself a tissue though, before you continue reading.....its a bit of a "tear jerker"

A Poem to Me Mudder
(Author not known)
When me prayers were poorly said,
who tucked me into me bed,
and spanked me till me arse was red? .....Me Mudder.

Who took me from me cozy cot,
and put me on me ice cold pot,
and made me pee if me could not? .....Me Mudder.

And when the morning light would come,
and in me crib me dribble some,
who wipe me tiny widdle bum? ......Me Mudder.

Who would me hair so gently part,
and hug me gently to her heart,
and sometimes squeeze me till me fart? ....Me Mudder.

Who looked at me with eyebrows knit,
and nearly had a king sized fit,
when in my Sunday clothes me sh...t? .....Me Mudder.

When at night the bed did sqeak,
me raised me head to have a peek,
who yelled at me to go to sleep? .......Me Fadder.

Oh yeah.....Of course I love you too dad!...
Till next time........ Chris x 


  1. Robyn-Sugar Pie PrimsOctober 22, 2009 at 10:09 PM

    Hi Chris, a really beautiful blog entry....My comments not for's for your you'll have to pass it on...
    ....Dear Mrs Chris' Mum...congratulations on rearing a lovely,thoughtful,talented,funny daughter with a huge heart.It would be lovely to meet Chris in person one day instead of on the phone or 'puter...but I really don't think the world is ready for that
    I send a big,BIG Sugar Pie Hug to you both & you better give dad one too so he doesn't feel left I think he probably had something to do with Chris turning out to be the person she is today thankyou to both of you xxxx :)

  2. Wish I'd said that first Robyn! I agree entirely with everything you have said. So make it a double Hug for Mum Chris, and Thank her for me too. She has given us a wonderful person to call 'FRIEND'
    Jackie x

  3. Oh my gosh... you've made me cry!! beautiful, beautiful girl!!...Now I don't want you to listen to Jackie when she tells you that I cry at the drop of a hat(oops...sorry

    Oh okay...well I admit that I do, so it IS true...but these were the quiet, reflective tears of a friend, who is so very grateful to have a such a lovely friend who would think to leave such a beautiful message!...and as for "me mudder"...well she would just want to hug you right back!

    Jackie..."ditto" for the above. I have been very blessed in making such beautiful friends through my time with TCCT...and you my dear, I am proud to say were my very first and I am grateful for that every day!

    Big hugs to you both from "me mudder, me fadder"....and of course...."da dorter" xxx

  4. LOL..had to have a giggle, even though it is a serious post..but i think all teenage girls go thru what you and your mum went thru. I know i did it to my she too, was always there for me.
    My darling mum has now passed on, but how i wished i had said sorry to her for some of those years..i'm sure she knows..and i have a 14 year old daughter of my own and 'things' are starting, so mum is probably in heaven looking down, laughing and saying 'karma'!!
    luv Ann.xx

  5. Ann.. I am certain that your mum knew you didn't mean it, just as mine does...and I am also pretty sure that she would be having a quiet giggle to herself watching you go through the exact same thing.....and if it's any consolation...this is the 21st century...its bound to be worse this time xx

  6. That was a really lovely piece Chris. It seems to me you've turned out rather well in the end. You're not a bad ole stick as far as bad ole sticks go! ;o) The way we turn out can usually be put down to the wonderful influence/s of our mums, in my opinion.
    I know I wasn't any easier on my own mum!
    I apparently once told her that I could do whatever it was I wanted to do cos I was a groovy chick!! Omg, can you just hear it? lol. Of course we can laugh about it now too.
    My mother wasn't brought up in a very loving environment, so therefore this way of thought was passed onto my sister and me. I was never able to tell my mother I loved her until this year when, after the deaths of a few people I knew, it got me to thinking that I wouldn't want her to never know that I did. It's gotten much easier every time I tell her now.
    Ooh my what a ramble!! Lol. Sorry, but your post got me thinking again, and if I can help other people to tell the ones they love how they really feel before it's too late, then well and good!!

  7. Well, thankyou kindly ma'am!'re not too bad "a groovy chick"?? Were you wearing your flower pants and henna tattoos at the time??? I bet you had burned your training bra as well...lololol

    All jokes asdide...I couldn't agree with you is far too short not to tell those we love how we feel about them.

    Thanks for the comments "Moonflower"...heeheeeheee!


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