Mikkel had never doubted that he had a really great mum. Even though she was on her own and his father had a new girlfriend, his mum still found time for him, and was always patient, caring and loving with him. She didn't get angry at him, or around him, even when she was really stressed because of something or her job. He had told the other kids at pre-school that his mum was a police officer and they hadn't believed him, which made him embarrassed as well as upset for his mum. Was it because they thought that women couldn't be police officers, or did they just not believe that his mum could? He thought that his mum could be anything that she wanted, and do anything she wanted; he was really, really proud of her and thought the world of her, so it upset him that the other kids doubted her and already had formulated an idea of what she was like when they'd never even met her, most of them. She was a great mum, and if he'd said anything that, in their mind, made them think otherwise, then he wished he knew how to take it back.
When he saw the police car coming up the road and then the lights had gone on, he'd just known that it was his mum, and he'd felt so, so happy that she'd come to prove to the other kids that she really was a police woman, but he was also a little bit disappointed that now that they knew that she really was a police officer, that that'd make them formulate even more ideas about her that weren't true. Like that she was really strict, and that it was hard for her to show him how much she loved him. If they started thinking that about his mum, he would just have to tell them that none of it was true, and they knew that his mum was cool and fun, she'd come to see them all with the police car, after all. He wouldn't tell them about how the people at her work had been grumpy at her, though. He knew she'd only been doing what she'd thought was right, and that sometimes she was pushed into a tight spot, and even so, that she'd never submit to putting her job above her loved ones, just like she hadn't that time she'd brought him into the station.
The other people at her work might have thought she was slack, or anything else, but he just didn't care. He loved his mum and thought she was the best mum in the whole world, and what was best was that she was his mum.
He watched the police car come to a stop and his mum get out of the door on the passenger's side at the front; she was still dressed in her uniform and he wondered if she'd had a crappy day or if it had be okay. He hoped it had been okay.
He ran up to his mum and cuddled her. He hoped she knew how much he loved her, and if she forgot sometimes, or all of the other things in her day filled up her head and made her feel like it was all too much, he knew that he would always be there for a hug when she needed one. She had said it to him a million times before, and even though he didn't want to say it in front of the other kids because they might laugh at him or tease him about it later, he hoped she could tell when he hugged her that he really, absolutely loved her to bits.
Even if she hadn't been a police woman, she would still have been making a difference in the world any way that she could, he knew, because that was just the person that she was. Even more than that, she made a difference everyday by just being his mum.
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