I remember this one Christmas time when me and my sister Emmily were whining about 'wanting to do something christmasy' but we couldn't think of anything, so my mum lit some candles around the living room, played an old Christmas carol record, made us some egg flip milkshakes and said "We'll pretend this is the olden days, it is snowing outside and we are listening to a gramophone whilst drinking egg nog on a Christmas eve "- Mum was always creative and imaginative with things like that.
One of the harder things of being away from home has definitely been not being able to get a nice big bear hug from my mum whenever I need one. When I was in Vancouver I had a vial of her perfume that she wears and I used to sprinkle it on my pillow so that I could smell her as I fell asleep- but alas my sister took that vial when she left for New Zealand, so now all I have is a coat she gave me when I was back in Perth this Christmas, that I'm scared to wear too often in case the air steals her scent away from it.
Oh mum, how I miss thee!
Ahhh sweet mother bird