No matter how old your child gets, to you they are still little and they’ll always be your baby. When I overheard my sister’s friends asking her “how can your mother still be buying you undies at this stage?” I just laughed. Mom had seen a collection of pants and bought it for Lilian seeing that they were very nice, and if Lilian had rejected it, she would have broken my sweet mom’s heart so she collected it.
I’m sure mom took one look at those nice panties at the market and her first thoughts were “wow these are cute! This would look nice on Lilian” and without a second thought about whether Lilian would love it or not or how expensive it is, she bought it.
Hmm….Mother’s love
I can totally relate, my last born is four years old now and he likes to act like an independent adult, “Mom I can do it myself” he’ll say with a defiant pout and a confident air that never fails to make me laugh out loud. When he says such things all I hear is the babbling and cooing of a baby and how sweet the sound coming from his cute mouth is.
I remember dropping Seyi my second born in school (he’s 7) and giving him a full kiss on the forehead, he protested as he looked around to see if any of his mates were looking, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Really! My smallie thinks he’s too old to be given a peck in public, I couldn’t help but be amused.
That reminded me of when I was in secondary school, I felt cramped, dependent and I was totally unhappy that I couldn’t make any decision on my own. I felt I could do so many adult things but every time I confronted my mom saying “I’m not a child anymore” she’d just wrinkle her nose in amusement.
I didn’t understand then, but now I do.
You can imagine my reaction when I called my daughter who was then in J.S.S 1 in Orita Mefa baptist Secondary School in Ibadan and I was supposed to pick her up but on calling her she said
“Mom we are on our way”my heart flew “We? Did you just say “we” and “which way are you on?” I said loudly into the phone. “Home, Lagos” she responded irritated, at that minute I stammered “You mean you are coming to Lagos by yourself, all the way from IB? You are in soup”
“I’ll be fine mom! I’m not a small girl anymore” She had to give the phone to her friend’s mom before I calmed down.
Apparently, her friend’s mom had come in to pick her from school and had offered to give her a ride since they were coming the same way, the mom of the girl was just about to call me when I called my daughter.
I still had to give her a stern warning about how she can’t just follow any stranger around, and “if I ever hear you talk about how you aren’t a small girl anymore, I’ll show you who a big girl is, maybe then, you’ll realise you’re not one yet”
For us moms, our children will always remain little to us, even when they marry and stop living under our roof, it’s what we are.
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