My mother and I are like the ocean and the mountains, yet we hear each other without saying a word | Christine Kearney

She delights in pretty dresses and homegrown roses. I am the boisterous daughter who despises rules. Despite all the differences, our bond is strong

Among the myriad things I doubt my mother realises reminds me of her is the embroidered coat hanger.

The hangers with the delicate, lace cloth, designed to protect. The ones handmade with personal touches no global chain would bother with because, just like a lifetime of maternal love, if you are lucky, it is sewn with the same kind of slow, attentive care.