Welcome aboard April!
Happy new month Lovelies...😍
Still on the Mothers' day Vibes... Ndị nne maama🤰!🤱!👸
This post was inspired by the exalted position of motherhood, particularly by the difficulty and near-unwillingness of some mothers to let their children go (fully) into adulthood which bears from the idea (fact actually) that no matter how big a child grows, s/he'll still be his/her mother's little baby.
I've witnessed mothers exhibit overbearing attitudes towards their 'supposed' adult offsprings and when confronted would always hit them with the cliché: "I am your mother...!" Let's not even go into the many meanings/interpretations of this cliché...
When we count our blessings, we count our mothers first. But there's no denying it that there are times in our lives when we wish that they'd look upon us, even for a thinny tiny moment, as the adults that we are supposed to be. And when the overbearingness threatens to drive you nuts; and nothing, not even your vehement protest seems to work; if you're anything like me, your notepad becomes your sweet little succor.
God bless our mothers (parents) 🤗
Dear mother,
Happy new month Lovelies...😍
Still on the Mothers' day Vibes... Ndị nne maama🤰!🤱!👸
This post was inspired by the exalted position of motherhood, particularly by the difficulty and near-unwillingness of some mothers to let their children go (fully) into adulthood which bears from the idea (fact actually) that no matter how big a child grows, s/he'll still be his/her mother's little baby.
I've witnessed mothers exhibit overbearing attitudes towards their 'supposed' adult offsprings and when confronted would always hit them with the cliché: "I am your mother...!" Let's not even go into the many meanings/interpretations of this cliché...
When we count our blessings, we count our mothers first. But there's no denying it that there are times in our lives when we wish that they'd look upon us, even for a thinny tiny moment, as the adults that we are supposed to be. And when the overbearingness threatens to drive you nuts; and nothing, not even your vehement protest seems to work; if you're anything like me, your notepad becomes your sweet little succor.
God bless our mothers (parents) 🤗
NO MORE THERE!
And maybe father...
You sat and watched his infant head and that is priceless.
But let's face it momma, you didn't bear his infant body in your tummy for so long only to stand and neglect him. The sitting and watching was an obligation you had to fulfill. The society would blame you and you wouldn't forgive yourself for doing otherwise.
But let's face it momma, you didn't bear his infant body in your tummy for so long only to stand and neglect him. The sitting and watching was an obligation you had to fulfill. The society would blame you and you wouldn't forgive yourself for doing otherwise.
If anything had happened to her at such tender age, they'd blame you.
If it was an accident, they'd say you should have been more careful.
If it was an accident, they'd say you should have been more careful.
If it was a disease, they'd ask "how come?" and point accusing fingers at you.
If it was a mental case, they'd say it's in the genes...
If you decided to risk death and become the mother of a dead child... Well, what has the dead got to lose?
But you risked death and came out strong. You fulfilled your responsibilities and that is priceless.
You sat and you watched; and whether you did it all by yourself or you had the help of grandma and/or some nanny, it is priceless.
You sat and you watched: his infant head, his teenage head, now his adult head... Can't thank you enough momma for all the tears of sweet affection shed
But mother, I think it's high time you stopped sitwatching. It's now an adult head, you don't have to sit and watch anymore. It's no longer a cradle bed she sleeps in, and you don't have to rock her to sleep anymore.
When pain and sickness makes him cry, he finds his way to the pharmacy or hospital to know what's up.
You can still gaze upon her heavy eyes and shed those tears of sweet affection that you both cherish.
Watch momma, watch. But don't do that sitting by the cradle bed. Your baby girl is no more there!
