She bonded with me from conception, carried me for 9months. Carried me when I had no limbs matured enough to carry my little feeble body until I grew and matured to take the first step on my own. She fed me and nourished me. She catered for my every need. Warmed me when cold, fanned me when hot, covered my nakedness, fed me with her breast, fed me with her sweat!
Before age 10, I did not understand mother at times, she left me home for work, but I needed her home with me. She shouted at me when I couldn’t find what she sent me to fetch, but I just couldn’t find it at the place she directed. She couldn’t make it to my speech and prize giving day. Oh, how I wanted my friends to meet and greet my mother! But she felt business was more important. Bills must be paid… and so no rest?
In my late teens, when she asked who that young man is, my eyes were teary! I didn’t know why. But my destiny was tied to another. A flawed vessel was ready to join divinity to bring destiny to pass in humanity. Who am I, to make a change. Mother shed bitter tears but alas! The will of God supersedes all. Grandmother of my children. I love you, despite your flaws. No one chooses who their mother should be at conception. Mother, you are the best for me.
Though you are now frail, in pampers, partially blind with Parkinson’s disease. Your smile still brings warmth to my soul. I wonder if it is the same Aunty Hannah I know. The pretty, gorgeous, illustrious, virtuous, amazing and fantastic women I know now needs a wheelchair and a walking stick for locomotion. I stand and stare at your gutters and wrinkles and wonder if I could be spared those in my old age!
Mother, it hurts when you are lost in conversation thanks to dementia. Alas, I did the same to you when all I could say was ma-ma, da-da! You patiently waited until I could form a sentence. You patiently waited until I could walk by myself. you patiently waited until I could feed, bath, and dress up all by myself. May God grant me the grace to be patient and wait until you are able to finish the sentence you are struggling to deliver now. Mother, I love you.