It is mothering Sunday and I think it is a good time to talk about this woman,the phenomenal woman I call “mummy”.
My mother is one of the best things in my life,actually both my parents are😀 but today,I’ll just talk about my mum. Iya ni iya mi! My mother is a mother indeed.
My mum is that person who will give and give not caring whether those she is giving to appreciate it or not. I remember one time,I asked her ” why do you do so much for people who do not even deserve or appreciate it?” And she always answers ” you should do things for people regardless of whether they remember to say thank you or even turn around to hurt you. Do it and let God see your heart,do it without expecting anything in return.”
My mum is a selfless person,she cares and loves deeply. I remember how in 2010,all our lives were turned upside down. We lost Inosi,my immediate older brother,it was February 14th,I watched my mother reel from the pain of losing a child,she had lost a son earlier in life,he was a toddler,but I don’t think it could have been as painful as losing another son in his early thirties,one who just a day before he passed looked at you and said “I love you mummy”. My mum struggled a lot,and despite her pain and grief,she kept calling to ensure I was fine as I was heavily pregnant.
By the end of March that same year,I was past my EDD,my blood pressure kept fluctuating from PIH. My mother was there for me,she was ill,grieving and in deep shock but she was there for me.
When I finally felt the first pangs of labour,she was there,she kept praying,when the doctors said the baby was going into distress and they could not wait and had to carry out an emergency CS. My mother looked at me crying and said to me,” Tume,don’t cry,God is here,I am here”.
My husband said to me,mumsie laid down in front of the theatre door and kept saying “God,don’t let me lose another child”. And truly 5 hours after I was walked into the theatre,I was wheeled out alive,my baby was alive😊.
I opened my eyes and saw my mother crying and thanking God. When we got home,my mum was so ill but she refused to stop getting up at night to check on the baby and I,she would wake up early to bath me and the baby,she would sigh and say to me ” Tume,your brother died!He died just like that,I prayed,I fasted,I would have happily died in his place,but no,God let the devil deal me a slap” Her pain was palpable but she paid attention to me and the baby,she would cook and clean,cry and be telling me not to cry.
My mother is that woman that I aspire to be and more,it is my prayer that the Lord keep her,it is my prayer that God lets her live a long life and  continue to eat the fruits of her labour.

Maami,you are that Proverbs 31 woman come alive.Dad is never ashamed to say, “your mother means everything to me,after God,she is next. Without her,I will not be here today”
Maami is beautiful,inside and outside. She has come a long way,from an early marriage to fighting out what she wanted out of life. She was determined to make something out of her life even after having her first child in her early teens. My mother taught me how to be the woman I am today; she goes after whatever she wants doggedly,her quiet strength,her deep seated love,her extreme patience😀(this one dey weak me all the time)her ability to smile through a storm and be calm through her anger.
Maami,I love you,I respect you. I have learnt so much from you.

Happy Mother’s Day to my mother. Iya ni Iya Mi! Happy Mother’s Day to all women who have not just birthed children,but have nurtured them. To those who have not birthed but have loved and cared,God bless you all.

This is me saying to you,live a good life and be good to yourself and make a conscious effort to be happy😊😘