Hi Mum, I just called to say thanks.

Today I rung mum at work and I think she must have been busy because she seemed a little surprised when I said ‘hi mum’. I told her I was calling to say thank you for having me and being so supportive. She didn’t have a lot of time to talk but I wanted to thank her for everything.

To tell her I love calling her all the time when something exciting happens and I can’t tell anyone else or they just wouldn’t feel as excited as her. For all the times she stayed up late sewing ballet skirts to sell at the studio so she could afford our dance classes. For driving to all those dance competitions, skiing, skating, birthday parties, recitals, modelling, tae kwon do, and to all my friends houses for sleepovers. For showing me how to bake and encouraging me to make things in the kitchen, thank you.

For embracing my weirdness and letting me wear what I want as a child no matter how bizarre the neighbours thought she was for doing to it.

For putting us in summer reading club at the library. For all the work that went in to creating JEANS Publishing company and helping me write that book as a young teenager because I know it was shit ton of work and late nights (for her). For teaching me to work hard and not listen to anyone who says ‘you can’t do that’.

Your strong attitude is with me everyday and I carry it close to my heart and I hear your voice in my head.

For teaching me to be tough and know how to throw a damn good punch (whoops!) and studying Tae Kwon Do together.

For getting me braces because you knew that my smile would bring joy to other people and I really love flashing it around.

For teaching me to sew even though I don’t do it much, I still know how. Thank you for making me comfort food and allowing me to take naps in my old room when I’m run down and need a break from my life.

I know how to make a perfect pavlova because of you.

For inspiring me to be a leader. For being honest with me and calling me on my shit, cause lord knows I need it sometimes.

For giving me a sister, and three awesome step-sisters! For being good friends with dad. For giving me nana’s number in New Zealand, she was definitely surprised!

For flowers from your garden and telling me when Winners clearance is on.

For learning how to text and send photos because I love messages from you. For reading ‘bloggy’ when you got to work just to check in on me. For checking my Twitter if you haven’t heard from me in a couple days just to make sure I’m ok.

Thank you mum, for being a strong woman, a great leader, and best support my entire life.

I’m so proud to be your daughter and I love you the most.

Mum + Me


Today I messaged a bunch of women in my life who I love, respect, and miss. I made plans to see them. I had my BFF stay over last night. I have a different BFF date tomorrow. I’ve been really trying to make time for friends and not be ‘too busy’ to see them. Even if it’s a coffee and walk, breakfast, lunch, snack, maybe it’s picking up the ol’ telephone. Make time for the people you love, the women in your life.

AND one more thing, don’t ever forget that you can achieve ANYTHING you put your mind to. Be clear about your thoughts when you put them into the universe. Don’t confuse the universe with self-doubt, be clear about your intentions.

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. 

YOU CAN DO IT!

UPDATE: ? My favourite thing about today was talking to SO MANY people. Messages, making plans, reaching out. People celebrating themselves and each other. I feel like I really celebrated. Not with partying but with talking, making action. Had super early yoga w/ Keri and did a lot of other things today, I can’t even remember. Just got home from speaking at an event and I feel so genuinely thankful for friends. Sometimes I think I don’t like social media and it gives me anxiety but today it brought me closer to so many people IRL and in messages, in comments, in posts on every platform, all day. I like you. Thank you for being a friend! ❤️??

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