3 days I go I traveled home. For a reason I still cannot comprehend, the road had a bumper to bumper jam that hindered our smooth and nippy travelling, and we ended up taking longer than we customarily do. As a result, I got home at around 10pm at night. The family had already retired, or at least they were lazily dozing on the couches as they waited for me. One of my sisters couldn’t even go to the bedroom, lest she dozed before my arrival, while the youngest had intentionally avoided taking a bath so that she will be woken up later to bathe, and in the process see me and partake of the goodies I would take along with before retiring to bed.
What was most outstanding for me however was a statement mom made. To my amazement, the main security door had not been locked. And as she hurriedly and animatedly came to meet me, I pointed it out that the door had not been bolted up. “How could I lock that door before my daughter got home?’ Her reply stunned me. Yes, she had left it on purpose, that should any harm befall me it will be easy for them to blast out. She couldn’t sleep…and neither could sleep even wink at her as much as she had nothing left to do. She sat patiently waiting.
Mothers are indeed a great gift from God. They carry us for 9 months, experience the searing pangs of child birth and, as if that was not enough, they bring us up. They ponder about us, and they hold us in their hearts and minds wherever they go. They care about what we eat, where we live, our lifestyles, our way of doing things, etc. They ever understand. What our dads won’t fathom, they will. What our friends won’t comprehend, they will. We may have felt like they have crossed our paths and become too much at times. They did it because they cared, because they loved us. They still carry us… Many decades later!