A little while ago, my mum gave me the coolest gift. It was folder containing little scraps, snippets and clippings of my life. She’d been collecting them pretty much since I was born.
There was a napkin from my christening party. My first passport. Notes from parent-teacher meetings. Letters I’d written while in boarding school. A Weetabix Gymnatics Awards certificate. My first year yearbook. Cringey teen snaps. Some of my articles for the college paper. Clippings from the mags I’ve worked at.
It really is amazing to realise that someone has loved you that much. That they have documented your life, been aware of every step and scrape and failure and achievement. And it kind of puts everything into perspective, doesn’t it?
A couple of glimpses below.