On this day, many years ago, a baby girl was born. My mother, the third of what would become 6 children born from a young couple somewhere out in rural Transvaal; and little did they know, the amazingness that bundle of joy would become.
The story of my life (so far) is one that only those that get close enough to me have come to know. Raised by a single mother, life was strewn with difficult times that I now understand were all part of moulding me into the woman I am today, and I would not have that understanding and be where I am today, were it not for the beautiful being that is my mother.
Her love, patience and unfailing honesty are like no other, and honestly all the years of schooling I have been through don’t even hold a candle to the life lessons I have picked up from her… cause I mean, on the real alliteration and “solving for X” really didn’t help me in handling successes and/or failures in life and the work place, getting through numerous heartbreaks and learning to let go and becoming and acting like a woman of worth.
Most of my openness to learn came at a later stage of my short-lived life though, cause like most, the teen years were uhmm, something else lol, but she did managed to get some things through, somehow. And she never gave up… not on me, or my future… no matter how many times I may have let her down, not listened, chopped & changed or went back and forth on decisions regarding the path I wanted my life to take.
10 years ago, I didn’t understand this woman and could not wait to break free from the clutches of her beautiful hands, which I must add, were tipped with nails I always dreamed of having lol. Now, knowing what I know… living thousands of km’s from home I miss her dearly. Now, she is more than just my mom, but also a close friend, which is a part of my daily life through a number of ways, thanks to all that technology affords us.
It’s funny the little things we pick up from our folks as we get older, sayings, taste in music/clothes, habits.. smh; and as I look back at old photographs from my mother’s youth and smile at the similarities, I am proud to have part of her in me, I am proud to call her my mother, I am proud to be my mother’s daughter.