The day is meant to celebrate mothers. Nature’s nurture who are willing to give up everything to protect their child.  A mother’s love. A chosen kind who goes above and beyond to make sure they provide for their children in the best way they know how. Not necessarily the right way but their best way. A mother’s love.

Let me tell you a little about my mother.

A woman who has shaped my definition of love. If I know love, it is because of my mother. Growing up, I looked forward to when she would come home because she always brought with her some goodies. If not in a shopping bag, then her handbag would have sweets or loose change that I would buy sweets with the next day. The best part was the random pieces of clothing, a sweater today, a dress the next day, and a pair of trousers the day after. Looking back, her sense of fashion was more on sustainability and not trends and fashion, “hii utavaa mpaka class eight.” How I never outgrow some of them is unimaginable. Timeless pieces those.
She baked me cakes for my birthdays till I grew a complicated taste that outsmarted her recipes and she opted to allow me to explore and satisfy my cravings.
She never missed any of my school visiting days even if it meant traveling through the night with a dish of my favorite fried rice with spinach tucked in her handbag. During going back to school shopping, she would make me write a shopping list but would bend a little for things she referred to as luxury. Now that I am older, you can bet I have learned to make the bending more favorable.

Growing up, some of her dreams were cut short by that which she has made sure never crosses my path. She made it a key responsibility to make me learn from her mistakes and not my own. Every day she sees me live her dream in this practice. Some phone calls become lessons, a student learning from an experienced practitioner. The best feeling is when women identify me in the clinic as ‘Wambui wa Nyina Miano’ loosely translated to mean her daughter. I see their faces brighten up. “You look just like your mother” they continue to say. They are glad that you taught me, your daughter, in your ways. You have curved out my path in this practice. What big shoes I have to fill!

She has watched me grow and raised me through this thing called life in her best way. She has made countless sacrifices to make sure I am raised better than she was. Being of age I have learned what happens to make sure all wheels turn without a squeak. The friction, the wear, and tear, the oiling and greasing.  I may not understand motherhood yet, but my mother has been acing it. I mean, look at me!
I love you, Mom.

To all mothers,
To those who are mothers to angels
To those who are waiting to be mothers
You are nature’s best. Be proud.

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Hey guys
Hope you enjoyed getting a little peep into my mother’s world. One day I will write her a biography, she deserves it because she is the best.

See you at the next one.
Adios
^Faith.