Hello, allow me to introduce myself, I am Ya mum.
I didn’t start out with this name.
Over many years with confirmation from a variety of different sources.
Partner:
Where's Ya mum?
Go ask Ya mum.
Ya mum can fix , cook
or wash that for you etc.
Friends:
How is Ya mum?
Is Ya mum still singing?
I saw Ya mum out busking the other day.
Strangers:
Can i speak to Ya mum?
She's not Ya mum... is she... really?
Children:
Good on Ya mum.
I love Ya mum.
Self:
Ya mum loves you.
Can you please make Ya mum a cuppa tea?
And
Because I am Ya mum.
Over time I have come accept that I am Ya mum.
I have three children by birth, and much of my knowledge and understanding of life, love and music I credit to being a stay at home mum, and having the time and energy to just be and grow with my children.
My first two children (daughters) shared my passion for music, so by the time they were teenagers the party was at our house. With live music, supervised freedoms, acceptance of all notions and nations, I became Ya mum to a long line of adolescent friends. This provided me with many happy years of Ya mum type work.
When you do a good job of raising the children, they ultimately leave home. The entertainment, activities, my purpose all seemed to just dry up. I grabbed my guitar and went and found a new party.
I now play and sing on the street in our nightclub district offering a calmer alternative party. This provides me with a new stream of young (and some not so young) explorers to entertain and just be there for if they need ya mum.