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Day Seven

a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you





This is a picture of my beautiful mother, Valerie. When I was about 2, my mum and dad split up and my mum raised me as a single mother. It is hard to put into words just how big an influence my mum has been on me. Because there was only the two of us for most of my life we are best friends and worst enemies! She raised me to believe that happiness was more important that status, power or money, that everthing in this world happens for a reason, that I should trust in myself and the universe and that everyone is special in their own way. She taught me to be strong, resilient, brave and independant. She taught me that everyone should be treated the same, no one deserves special treatment because of their job, title, social status, wealth or ego and that everyone from the cleaner to the queen deserves to be treated with kindness and compassion. She taught me that race, sex, sexual preference or religion are not acceptable reasons to judge a person or be unkind to them, that everyone is exactly as they should be and who are we to tell them any different. Without her I would not be the woman, mother and wife that I am today and I think I wouldn't be as happy with who I am if it wasn't for her. She is an amazing woman and she has also taught me by example that it is ok to make mistakes, it doesn't make you any less amazing! Love you mum x x

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