Category: mother

Nothing like a Mother’s Love

Nothing like a mother's loveLast Friday, on my way to work, I called my mama. I wanted to check up on her, as well as inform her were going to visit during the weekend.

So, as soon as she picked up and we exchanged niceties, I asked, “What are you doing tomorrow mum?” “I have no plans for tomorrow. Why do you ask?” She responded

“We just want to come visit you. We’ve missed you so much!”

And there she went off, a crackling, heartfelt, soul-reaching laughter. I heard it and couldn’t help smiling. My husband heard it through the phone too. It was not funny-joke laughter, it was happy, really happy laughter. It was heartfelt and I could feel her heart through the phone.

“Why are you laughing mama? We have missed you. It’s been almost 2 months since the last time we saw each other” I responded. “I am just so happy”, she said after a long pause. “You kids are very welcome and I will be waiting for you tomorrow. Make sure you bring my grandson”, she continued.

“We sure will. Love you and see you tomorrow”, I responded.

We then hung up.

This left me thinking so hard. Why did she sound so so happy, yet we hadn’t done anything unusual or special for her. In fact, we only planned to stay for one night and then get back to the normal grind of life.

It then hit me.

I may not get it right now. However, the day that my Lowell is married and living far away in the city and I don’t get to see him as often as I’d like: that is the day I will understand mamas happiness on knowing that we were going to visit her. Some of these things we don’t actually get them until we’ve gone through them. Like how I got to understand why mothers love their kids so much, only after I had my own son.

There is nothing deeper than a mother’s love. Nothing warmer than a mother’s embrace. Nothing more comforting than a mother’s bosom. (You can tweet that.)

This reminded me how much I love my mum and how much I miss my mother in law, but I believe she is happy, resting with the angels.

How often do you visit your parents? Are you lost in the city, as some would put it, and never go back home until December? This is a new month, make a point of calling your parents today and arrange a visit one of these weekends. It will be time well spent. And bring me some ndumas and bananas while you are in shagz.

The Days I Realize I am Truly a Mother

you are only humanThe last two weeks have been tough on me.

Over the past 8 months, I had a great nanny who was very good with my son, and was a very good fit for our family. I had slowly slipped to the comfort zone of depending on her and knowing that she was always there for us. So, when she left without notice, or even giving us time to find a new one; to say that I was in shock was an understatement.

Anyway, we have since recovered and are doing quite well, even without a nanny. Though am a little (very) exhausted by the end of the day, we are still surviving. Lowell is going to daycare and things are running more smoothly now.

Last Tuesday was particularly rough. I was exhausted at work on Monday and slept like a log. First, I woke up late. Second, the baby had caught a cold and he didn’t want to be woken up. I had to prepare his food, milk, porridge and everything else he needs for daycare, and it was a pretty rough morning. To make matters worse, we had a lot of work pending on short deadlines and had not left the keys to the office for the staff.

Phone calls were coming in left, right and center and things did not go as well as expected.

Usually, I shower first, daddy next, then we wake up the baby, give him his breakfast, then off we go. So, after taking a shower, I usually wear an old sometimes dirty and rather unpresentable t-shirt that I change after feeding the baby. As any mother would know, wearing your white shirt while feeding your baby porridge on a tense morning is not ideal.

The old t-shirt was not the problem on this Tuesday. In fact, I had worn a rather nice top, but it was DIRTY. The bigger problem was that I completely forgot to take it off, and change into my nice blouse that I had already ironed.

To cut the story short, I went to work on that fateful Tuesday, late, wearing a mismatched outfit, topped with a DIRTY t-shirt. True story.

Only such moments help you realize that you have truly become a mom.

NB: I did nothing to alter my look throughout that day, and my day turned out to be rather awesome.

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Fare Thee Well Mum

Hello lovely people:
I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your support through this difficult year and my mother in laws battle with cancer.
However, for those who do not know, she passed on peacefully at home on Sunday 23rd June, 2013.
We held a service and burial ceremony on 29th June 2013 and are now in the process of trying to move on.
It has been a truly difficult time for us.
We loved her so much and were torn between letting her go since she was suffering too much from the cancer or holding on too her and continually taking care of her.
Sometimes, its such a conflicting situation. We have had conflicting feelings for such a long time.
However, she did prepare us.
She told us not to pray for her healing but for God to do his will.
The night before she died (I still cannot believe am typing that word) she prayed for each one of us separately. She talked to us and told us the kind of life she wanted us to live.
It was an emotional night but an amazing fellowship.
Its like she knew.
Looking back, I know she was ready and when that Sunday afternoon came, with my father in law watching and praying with her, she breathed her last and slipped into the hands of God.
She was a firm believer so I know that her eternal dreams have been fulfilled.
We loved her and will always do and we do miss her terribly.
We cry a lot.
But we know that God picked the best from His garden.
He did not want her to suffer anymore.
He wanted to restore her health and give her the fullness of life.
I do feel teary writing this but I know she is in a truly better place.
A place where cancer is non-existent.
A place of pure and unrestricted joy.
Fare thee well Mum!
We do love you so very much!