Hello esteem Hivers, it is cool to write here again. It is a privilege to participate in this week's contest. I had a boring week but seeing the prompt for this week cracked my nerves.
One of the prompts for this week's contest is "what is your favorite memory of your mother"? Answering this question is going down the memory lane.
There is no distance that can make me forget my mother. An iron lady, a superwoman, a disciplinarian par excellent! My mother is the strongest woman I have ever met. She is bold, brave and brainy. My mom raised me and my kid sister all alone for about 10 years before she remarried someone else.
My Mom and I during one of our happy moments together after all we have been through
My Mom and my Dad got separated after about 5 years into their union. My Dad left the house one day when I was just about 4 years old and my sister about 2 years. He left and never came back.
The struggle for survival was fierce as it was not easy. My Mom struggled with the emotional trauma of losing her childhood lover to a strange woman and the pressure to provide for our needs.
My mom took up menial jobs such as cooking for other households, doing their laundry and cleaning their environment just to feed herself, my sister and I. I grew up to see how she was going through pain just to ensure my sister and I get the best.
Oh! A mother's love is peace that you do not need to acquire or struggle for. A mother loves wholeheartedly and can do anything just to ensure their children are safe, happy and blessed.
Despite the struggle, I didn't lack anything that could pass for basic needs. She ensured we lived in a good environment, attended good schools even up to the tertiary levels.
All I am today is the relentless effort of my Mom. How she never got tired of providing for our needs even when it wasn't convenient. There were times she cried all the other night. Even when she tried to hide it from us, we still noticed it.
She didn't spare us any corrections while growing up. When youthful exuberance was about to make us derail, her rod of corrections was there to restore us back to factory settings (lol, on a lighter note though). My Mom was a disciplinarian that I couldn't afford to mess up.
The efforts of my Mom in ensuring that my siblings and I are successful is immeasurable. Her love is unquantifiable, we can't forget her inputs in our lives in a hurry.
Thank you @trucklife-family for the privilege to recount my experience with my Mom and all the hurdles we have been through together. I also appreciate my readers, meanwhile I hope to hear from you who among your parents won't you forget in a hurry. I am @omobolanle1 , much love 💕💕
