Don’t you think everyday should be Women’s Day? We do so much for our partners and our children, oftentimes without as much as a thank you.
I spent a rather lethargic Womens Day at home yesterday. I scrolled Facebook and came across this little video on the Darling Hair page that had me in tears for the whole damn day! Check it out below:
The video took me right back to my 26 year old self – still living with my parents, and secretly pregnant! I knew that I had to tell the folks that there was a bun in the oven. I figured that it was okay because I was 26, had a good job and made good money.
My dad was excited because he literally complained about not having grandchildren a few weeks prior to me finding out. Mom on the other-hand was not and she made no bones about telling me exactly that. Then she started rearranging my room in her mind to fit in a cot! A sense of relief spread all over my body. Everything was going to be okay. The very next day she bought me some cream to rub over my belly so that I wouldn’t get stretch marks (I got them anyway, but the gesture was lovely).
On the day I was induced (blood pressure issues) my mom took a taxi to the hospital and she was there, by my side at 7am! Labour took it’s time and I remember walking up and down that hospital room under the watchful eye of my mother.
She. Did. Not. Leave. My. Side.
When #TheKid finally arrived, mom showed me how to care for her, like she had cared for me, my siblings and at least 40 other babies. My mom is a natural caregiver – everyone in my circle knows this fact. I never really appreciated this fact until I had a child of my own.
My mom was taken out of school at a very young age to look after her younger siblings and her aging uncle, while my grandparents worked to put food on the table. When she was older, she worked at a clothing factory, met my dad at 16, married him at 19 and a year later they had me – Mom always… always cared for others. What makes her story more remarkable is the fact that she has never complained about her life. Never!
Mom was there for me when I moved into my first home and my second. She was by my side, painting walls, unpacking boxes, seeing to #TheKid. If I had all the riches in the world, it would not be enough to give to my mom as a thank you. She is pure gold. She is luminous.
I may not have been brought up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but the blessings bestowed upon me by being raised by a woman like my mother are insurmountable. – Thank you Momma, I love you forever.
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Such an inspirational post. Thank you for this Mandy ❤️
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It’s my pleasure Eleanor! Thanks for reading.
it’s such a touching story and I believe many of us women have that one or two woman who played and still plays a huge role in our lives. for example, My mom had to work two jobs to get us to where we are now and to tell a bit about her, this is her story and this is how it all started: I grew up in a small rural village outside of Pietermaritzburg called Impendle. My dad was in a taxi industry and when he got shot three months after my mum gave birth to myself and my twin sister. We were left without a father’s love; my mum was left behind with five (5) Kids and without a husband. When my dad died, my mum and dad were both in their twenties and twenty-four years later my mum still able to blush when you mention my Father’s name. she is still a widow and never been with another man. When we ask her why she did not date or get married again, this is her response “It has always been your dad, he was my first and my last”.
Powerful hey! and she will say it with a smile on her face. It was hard to hear all the stories about how much of a noble man my dad was, how he was full of life, full of jokes and fun being around. He was full of energy, beautiful smile, kind and loving to all people but most especially to older people. my mum would say ” While everyone is drinking alcohol and smoking weed or cigarette, your dad would be drinking his Coca Cola and telling his funny stories to everyone” He was that man, that respectful man that every older people would rather be in his taxi than to any other taxi driver. and I guess he was brutally killed out of jealous. basically, he was eliminated from this world for being whom God created to be, being a noble, loving and kind man. My mum made us believe that God exists and that he loves us. But I had my if’s and but’s. I had my days with him where I would blame him for taking my father from my mum and his children’s. I would hate the mentioning of his name for making things hard for us.
Most of my life I knew that he is a God who “claims to love, protect and provide for his people”. I knew the verse that says “God loved the world so much that he gave his only son to die for us so that our sins will be cleansed and be free from sin”. But I thought to myself, did he loved us when he took my dad from his three (3) months old twins – from when he took a young man from his young lady wife. I would ask him “How come you say you love us yet you took one person who could have changed our standard of living, taken us to better schools, live a better life and have a relationship with both our parents. in tears, I will say “You took it all away from us and for that, I will not believe in you”
I thought to myself, WOW this must be such a fool God we put our trust in. but little did I know that my mom still had so much FAITH in the very same God who stole her husband from her and the very same God who made her dreams disappears.
My mum is a perfect example of God loving woman, a woman who stands for what she believes in and a woman who stands by her grounds. if it wasn’t for her faith in God so many things would not have been a success in my life and my sibling’s lives.
She is my Dad, my Friend and my pillar of strength. I Thank her for listening to my never ending stories, thank her for not giving up on me when I feel hopeless and thank you for never complaining but always giving us the little that she has. and this is my message to her: I am proud to call myself your daughter. A daughter of a widow who lost her love of her life 24 years ago and still hasn’t been with another man.
A daughter of the strongest woman I’ve EVER come across. A daughter of a beautiful, selfless and woman of prayer ?
I tell you, Mama, God will shine the light upon you one day and it is not far – You just need to be a little patient.
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Gosh Nelisiwe, this is such a beautiful story. Your mom is a woman of strength indeed!
No wonder you’re such an amazing blogging godmother, you learnt from the best! Love the post 🙂 It’s amazing the capability a mother’s love has, never fails to surprise me <3
Aaaah this is so heartwarming! Makes me think of my mom! There will never be enough words to express how much I love my mom. She cannot for the life of her tell a joke, and when she tells a story it always come with 638396 mini stories (hella annoying), but no one else has ever loved me like Myra. My mom will literally go to the end of the earth for me and I’m so so so so grateful.
This is so heartwarming! Your mom is inspirational! ❤️❤️
Oh my heart ! This is such an inspirational post… how could I posted not get into your feels! Our mothers are our reflections ❤️