We are celebrating mums this week, in honor of the US celebrating Mother's Day (May 12)! Today we decided to celebrate J.K. Rowling's mum, Anne, who was and still is a source of inspiration to Jo.⠀
Anne died in December 1990 after ten years suffering from multiple sclerosis. J.K. Rowling was writing her first "Harry Potter" book at the time and had never told her mother about it. Her mother's death heavily affected Rowling's writing, and she channeled her own feelings of loss by writing about Harry's feelings of loss in greater detail.⠀
Give your mum an extra hug today!⠀
I’m so lucky to call you My Mom.
I know I have caused a few headaches, maybe a couple wrinkles and the odd grey hair.. but you are relentless in wanting what’s best for me. Looking back at my childhood I know you have worked tirelessly supporting my passions in every way you could..
Whether you were sewing a figure skating costume, driving a van full of Kids to a Volleyball tournament, forcing me to “volunteer”, attending every public speaking competition, or sitting ringside at a Dog Show.. any award ceremony, Provincials, Nationals, every big moment I can think of, YOU WERE THERE!
It’s because of you I am a strong leader. It is because of you I am the best version of myself. I Love You Mom.
The reason why i'm so part of todays celebration ! My babies😍❤ . #HappyMothersDay to all mommies ! Keep on loving ! Its the purest love there is 💕.
Happy #MothersDay MOM (@ginadebose )! You are my home girl, my best friend, my hurricane of awesome, my strength, my common sense, my “accountability” partner, but most importantly you’ve been a light in the dark and the safest place on this earth for me. I love you to the 🌙 & beyond. I’m so full of gratitude today & everyday!
To all my friends and followers out there who are in different circumstances, I send you my love & compassion today ❤️ i think the world needs a little more of that, but especially on days like today. #hugyourmom#hugyourpeople#callsomeone#momday#familia#singleparent#shero
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return,
and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;
but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,
when I don't know, if you will ever come back.