Is there a favourite memory you have of your mom without the "s"? I mean, it can't just be one favourite moment because a mother's love is immeasurable and with that, there should be several treasured memories, right?
I thought deeply and reflected on the moments I shared with my mom such that when I decided one to be my favourite, another popped up in my mind to be my favourite, I guess you can relate.
Finally, I got it, let me take you back to my childhood. But before that, I must say parenting, and motherhood is a whole challenging job even though some people may not see it that way, because they are tempted to say and pulled into the thought that, "it is what a mother should do and so it is a normal thing."
When you possess an egg, you would cherish it and go the extra mile to protect it from harm.
Now let's dive into it.
The Most Treasured Memory.
School run days were fun, I was just a child enjoying her mom's ride, the jokes she told while driving my siblings and me to school and all the delicious foods and other items she packed in my fine lunch box. She would wake up early in the morning to prepare us (siblings and I) for school and some preparations for my Dad for work.
My mom is a superwoman, loving, supportive, protective, kind and compassionate. Back then she was not a full-time housewife, she was also a fashion designer and a businesswoman who had a shop where she sewed, displayed her works, fine fabrics and other ready-made wear, had a section for cosmetics and also sold snacks she made displayed in a show glass. But wait, before then, she worked at NEPA (National Electric Power Authority) and loved her job but resigned to have more time for her children.
She would pick us up from school and drive us to her shop which we loved visiting to spend time with her and also because of the railway station close by, we loved watching the trains pass. On other days, she would close work early, pick us up from school and drive us home, take care of us and ensure we were set for school the next day.
Observed my mom in action.
There was a day when I carried my younger brother who was a few months old (I was fond of him) and I was not up to nine years old, we were by the corner of the open garage in the compound, and I placed one of my legs on the stretcher of a chair that was before me to raise my leg a bit so that my brother would sit comfortably while I discussed with my immediate younger sister who was also there.
My mom's show glass was behind me, I tried to move my body to balance well but I missed and fell backwards and hit the show glass. At that point I was scared because I thought my brother was injured but thank God he was safe in my arms (though he cried, he hated loud sounds and anything that made him scared), my mom rushed out from the sitting room with my late aunt (mom's younger sister) who visited. My aunt carried the baby while my mom examined my body and when she saw that the glass tore my skin she shouted "Chineke" meaning "God the Creator" and grabbed the fine blue towel that was spread on the line (the baby's towel) and tied round my waist to reduce the bleeding.
She requested her keys, put me in the car and drove out with her sister to the family hospital barefooted which she was unaware of. I saw how my mom panicked until we arrived at the hospital, the doctor and nurses tried to calm her. By then I had lost a lot of blood. The doctor looked at my mom and said, "Madam, where is your footwear?" It was then she realised she had left the house barefooted.
She cared less about herself and all that was on her mind was taking me to the hospital and ensuring I was fine.
Reflection and How This Memory Impacted Me.
For some weeks now, I have reminisced on my childhood, the immense love and care from my parents, how much they tried to be available, the upbringing and all the fun I experienced and I smiled at every memory that crossed.
At a time, I would be like so mom resigned to be with us, and I would wonder how she did all that, manage the home and run her business. That's not an easy job.
I remember discussing this with my mom some months ago and I told her I enjoyed how she did the school run and asked her how she felt, she said she also loved it even though it was not easy combined with other activities but she's happy she was present and has seen the fruits.
My mom's love, care, sacrifices and actions made me understand the importance of a mother in the life of a child and the family and even though I am not a mother, I had the opportunity to care for my younger brother, my little cousins, my nephews and niece as if they are my children.
Whenever my parents travel, I stand in as the mother of the home to ensure everything is in order and look out for my siblings. When I visit my sister and her family, I care for my nephews and niece as my children and when they visit during the holidays, I make sure I have time for them and they always enjoy their stay.
Seeing my mom doing all that made me industrious, supportive and selfless.
Gratitude.
We don't have the opportunity to choose who our mothers are but God makes the choice for us and as we are born, we recognise a particular woman who goes all out to groom us, make sure we are happy, comfortable and become successful in life.
I cherish these moments because it made us bond more and it formed me to the woman I have become and still becoming. Knowing how much my mom sacrificed and didn't care so much about her needs but was more concerned about her children makes me want to always please her.
The morals and values instilled in me by my mom shaped me and to date, they (mom and dad) receive compliments for raising good children.
I am grateful to God for giving me my mom and also grateful to my mom for her love, sacrifices and upbringing. I always desire to make her happy and proud.
O! My sweet mum! I wish I could go on to share more favourite moments with Mom, but I guess I have written enough.
This is my entry to the Dreemport and Ladies Of Hive Collaboration Contest post for Week 1 which says:
- What is your favourite memory of your mom? (or someone that acted as that role in your life!)
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Love from @winanda ❤️
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About Winanda
 | Winanda (Ikwuoma Winifred Diala) holds a Bachelor's degree in Petroleum Engineering. She embraced her passion and became a baker, recipe developer, creative writer, and food content creator. Composing songs, singing, listening to music, and seeing movies, are a few of her hobbies. |
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