It was the summer of 89 and I had not long turned nineteen. I was living in a shared house with my eighteen year old boyfriend in East London. Our bags were packed and we were ready to go backpacking around Europe, working on farms picking fruit as we went. I had spent months researching, reading every book I could get my hands on. Our trip was planned with military precision. We were young, in love and that summer we were about to work our way around Europe.
That same summer I discovered I was soon to become a Mother. Our backpacking dream had to be put on hold while wedding plans took over. My own Mother cancelled her fast approaching holiday to Tunisia and instead, organised my wedding. A church wedding that was to take place within eleven weeks, just before my baby bump would be starting to show. Mum was fantastic as she took care of everything, even making the bridal bouquets. At times I could sense her panic as she frantically ran around like a lunatic, eager to guarantee that my fiance and I had a wedding day to remember.
And we did. Thanks to my Mother I had a gorgeous white wedding, just like I had always wanted. Papa Syder and I were teenage newly weds about to become young parents. I had long forgotten my plans to backpack across Europe and instead I looked forward to becoming a Mother. That was nearly twenty four years ago and in between then and now I became a Mother four times over, and now I'm a Grandmother too.
I will never forget the role my Mother played on our wedding day, She knew Papa was the only one for me, She just knew. Thankyou Mum x.