How my mother influenced me
When I was young, my mother worked full time as a high school teacher. She would get up early in the morning at 6am – which in the winter in Canberra where we lived was freezing cold and frosty – and she would hang out the washing before coming inside to get breakfast for us all and then getting us onto our bikes for school before going to work herself. She taught me the importance of doing work that you love (she was passionate about her subject – English literature) and about working hard to give your best. She taught me to love nature, and to eat healthy foods, preferably grown in your own garden. She was a passionate veggie gardener, as well as a bottler and jam maker. Every summer, she would send me and my brothers up the trees (we had many fruit trees in the garden) to pick the plums, apricots, apples and pears that were hanging in abundance from the branches. I remember my mother was happy in summer making all of her preserves and she would sing little songs about whatever she was doing. ‘Jam, jam bubbling on the stoooove!’ – funny little things like that. My mother also taught me about writing, helping me with my English homework and being encouraging and supportive when I showed her my poems and stories. It is partly thanks to her that I became a writer. My mother taught me to be enthusiastic about life, even when it seemed that things were not going in your favour. She taught me to follow my dreams and believe in myself and she continues to teach me this through following her own dreams to become a historian. n
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Michelle Taffe is the founder of The Global Yogi website where she shares articles on self-love and personal and spiritual growth, as well as yoga and spirit events worldwide.