Me, my mum and her mum.
Three very different mothers (although I was six years off being a mother in this photo).
The year is 1995 and it’s my nan’s 75th birthday.
She didn’t live long enough to meet my own children and that remains one of my life’s great regrets.
I like to think she would have approved of the mum I’ve become.
I look back on this photo and hope that one day there will be a similar one featuring my grown up girl, together with me and my mum.
Another three generations of mothers. All smiles, radiating love.
And she will look back on it and smile and think to herself: ‘I really do have a great mum’.
This post is for Week 53 of The Gallery: Mother Love.
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