This is a new story, a story that is still being written and will be written continuously... as I embark on my journey as a Mum and in to Motherhood I realise how little I remember about your experience of becoming a Mum even the 2nd time around when Sherryn was born, I wish I had spent more time speaking to you and finding out how you felt, what your aspirations of parenthood were. Our little Girl Elsie will have the EL from your name in her name and she will always carry part of you, her grandmother around with her, to cruel that you didn't get the chance to meet her, I know you would have had plenty of advice for me, I'm sure some if it I would have found useful and some irritating but that was always our way to annoy one another one minute and be thick as thieves the next. There are many aspects to our relationship that I hope to emulate when Elsie is born, how we could dance to the same music, how I used to borrow your clothes, use your perfume and tell you about boys liked (even though you would then more than likely tell them!). You let me have parties and friends round, you let me express myself and be a mardy teenager even though it used to mean we would clash, that's natural I think!

You instilled me with a great work ethic, certainly a house proud gene (to the point of obsessive), you taught me how to notice fake people in life and how to speak up when I thought someone was being unfairly treated, you taught me to protect myself...even if sometimes I would be protecting myself from your harsher side.

You were a Mum, you were different from the rest, no less, just different, I intend to be different again and you gave me the courage to be that different person, so thank you Mum.