Dear Mama
I’m taken back to my childhood years as Sunday approaches and remember most of the things especial the hard times I gave you like it happened yesterday. Growing up as the hyper active child couldn’t have been easier on you, I remember all the days when I got back from school, you would have already prepared meal for us, when we get home you’d tell us to take our uniform off and come eat, you will sit there in the kitchen with us, check up on us if we are finishing our meal while asking us about our day at school, then you will tell us to do dishes and go do our homework. I remember that every day when we said we were done with our homework you’d ask our uncle ‘babomncane’ to check if we real did it. You had so much love and paid attention to everything we did, as much as we couldn’t recognize then what a wonderful mother you are but you never gave up on that, on being the best mother.
I can still remember that day when you and my sister walked out of the kitchen and left me there so I can do dishes, hehehe I remember taking dished as dirty as they were, packed them in that bucket like we did with the clean dishes and sneaked out of the kitchen like a pro, went climbed the fence, got hurt while at it(remember that scar in my thigh, im reminded of this every time I looked at it) and went to play with my friends, oh mah the beating I got that day, tjo I thought you were not my biological mother, especial after the beating you washed my already hurt body with savlon (do they still sell this in shops..lol), the pain I felt that day especial in my wound made me doubt that you loved me, tjo.
I still remember how you’d punish us(had to do dished for the whole week alone) if we can’t remember the Sunday school verse or the scripture that was read at church that day, hhayi cha mah you were just something else. I still remember that you used to say ’I don’t repeat something twice’ when you were telling us to do something and oh boy you meant just that… because if you find us not doing what you just said you’ll just give us the beating to remember … I still remember how you’d insist that we carry our clinic card to schools when we told you we can’t go to school because we have ‘headache’… lol I never understood why only us were not allowed to miss school, I even remember the day when we told you, they said we mustn’t go to school the following day and you thought we made that up and sent us to school and we were the only one’s there ..nc nc nc .
Growing up, I never thought or saw you crying until the day when I got sick and passed-out. I can still see the tears running down your face, and for the first time I saw how preciously you hold me in your heart when you were sitting next to my bed, how much you wanted to take my pain away.
I still remember the pride you had in your face when we bought that paper, told you we passed matric, the pride you had when I graduated, it was priceless and you know today I know that our joy and success is your pride, you eyes just says it all.
If I could write a book about you, it surely would be the biggest book ever, you are truly my life, if there is anything I could ask for from God is to at least make me half-woman that you are, because I don’t think I can ever come close to what you are. Have a wonderful day mah, I’ll always celebrate you and be thankful that God didn’t give me a choice to select a mother and chose you for me.
To all the other mothers out there… Happy Mother’s Day, i hope you raise your children to feel the same way i feel for my mama.
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