A fortnight ago, a young man attended the funeral of his cousin and after the interment, there was a chinwag (conversation) among mothers. He happened to, in the company of his mother, be in the midst of these women of various ages, sizes and experiences. As they chatted about family life, one of them, with much passion, made a declaration to the young man. She said: "Do you know that you will devote much love and attention to your wife and your in-law more than your mother when you marry?" She continued "And do you know that you will forget your mother?"
She spoke with vim and conviction that you could tell she made that utterance from experience. She, as a mother, had been a victim of neglect by her son and she had come to accept it.She waited for his response and with much gusto in his eyes, he said: "No girl, lady or woman no matter how charming or caring can ever make me forget my mother. Even though I will love my wife, I will never forget my Mum, Never".
One of the women who had, hitherto, agreed with her colleague, took note and said after heaving a sigh of relief:
"YOU ARE WISE MY SON. NO THANKFUL CHILD WILL LOVE ANOTHER WOMAN MORE THAN HIS MUM AND FORGET THE MOTHER"
There and then, she realized the depth, height, width and length of LOVE the young man had for his mum and she joyed in the fact that they (mothers) can still be loved by their children as we did when we didn't know any other woman in our infancy. He saw the glimmer of joy in her teary eye as she forced a smile. In the process of faking a smile, she bemoaned the concern of most mothers all over the world who have become victims of neglect by children they birthed and made successful.
Later, that proud mother of the young man, who was still floating in the sea of wonder, joy, pride, and appreciation, told the young man that although she knew he was a man of few words, she was astonished at his boldness in speaking to the council of old women.
Here's the thing:
The good book says .... "look unto the rock from which you were hewn, and to the hole of the quarry from which you were dug". The message is very simple. Never, ever forget or neglect your mother (your source).
*I LOVE MY MOTHER FIRST BEFORE ANY FEMALE*
How can I suddenly forget the ceaseless, undiluted, unselfish, evergreen, always abounding, reckless love, care, romance the first woman in my life showed me just because I met another person of her kind wife (who would soon crave same loyalty and love from the children she will bear with me?
Let's not deliberately or unconsciously forget the many unending hours and energy they invested and still invest in cooking, cooking, cooking, washing, washing, washing, scrubbing, the short sleeps, frequently interrupted naps by children for a myriad of emergencies.
MAMA first, always, everytime, anywhere and anyhow. I love my mother first before any female.
She spent countless nights at the hospital with me,
She straightened my crooked ways, corrected and loved me in my mistakes, foolishness and rebellion.
She exchanged her last, to buy my first copy book which has made it possible for me to write this.
My love and respect is first, to the one whose womb I rented for nine months and whose stomach walls I kicked relentlessly without paying a dime. My money is first, to the one who taught me how to LOVE everyone including my wife.
My desire is to nurture her too, until her teeth fall out just as she nurtured me for mine to grow.
MOTHERS, receive our eternal obeisance. MOTHERS, accept our gratitude. My mom is the best woman in the world before any woman. I can only agree with Evelyn Tooley Hunt that "MAMA IS A SUNRISE."
In her alms, I slept peacefully and innocently.
She was my eye when I could not see. My ear, nose, tongue, skin and my all in all.
She taught me how to love, trust, hate evil, help, eat, sleep, walk and talk.
She was my wisdom in my formative years and my time of buffoonery when I thought, talked and acted as a child.
I love my mum first before any female even if she is one eyed. I love her even if she is uncomely to the world,
And more than before, even if she is jobless or doesn't have a voice in our world.
Kw33, my mother? No woman can ever take her place in my heart.
Time will fail me if I wanna talk about her ceaseless, sleepless nights, months of pregnancy, years of cooking and serving me as a "boss", being the nurse and doctor of my wounds, teacher, coach, my special motivator not forgetting the many lullabies I enjoyed rate free.
Mothers are an embodiment of the creator; they express love, hope, joy, wisdom, knowledge... Many of them have had to deal with all forms of scars (physical and emotional) just to see us smile. Some have not been spared from perpetual incisions and scars from Caesarean Operations on their lower bellies. These scars last like hard 'wele' (cow hide - which seems everlasting when chewed), yet when they return from that battle ground of life and death, they rise like legends and continue domestic roles, always wearing a never fading smile which heals every sorrow if encounters.
From the inception of conception, through the gestation period to labour and birth, and unto carrying and raising children into adults, Mothers are just marvellously and fearfully incredible. Words can't describe. They are the receptacle made by God to ensure continuity of human existence. Every day is mother's day for me..
My mother is the SUN of my solar system (sorry, I mean to say my universe)
My commiserations and empathy to all who never had the chance to see/know their mums and to those who lost their mothers at an early age or recently. No woman/lady/female can ever take her place in my heart. I repeat no female.
And I think every female has to understand this. Whoever doesn't understand is ......
You gerrit? If you don't gerrit then forgerabourit.
Big ups to all female teachers and nurses.
Ayekoo to all mother figures who have played diverse roles in the lives of any child, adolescent, adult, man or person. We really appreciate. We acknowledge it all.
This is not an argument in favour of mothers against fathers, neither is it one discussing the role of mothers and wives (who is also a mother). It is just an appreciation post to Motherhood.
though some mothers have been irresponsible and wicked, I think the task of a mother is overwhelmingly exhaustive and energy and time sapping.
Whew! Let the song titled "Sweet Mother" play now repeatedly.
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