In God’s arms I was laid, knitted in her womb and felt the beauty of life. Introduction to a new world of flesh and blood, the first hug I had and the first name I called, Mama. Taught me how to crawl from cradle, and saw my very first steps, cried with me when I felt ill and even when the doctors gave up she stood by me. When everyone said I was slow in speech, or cried a lot, she was there and my speech was alright, my tears she dried with love. What can I compare to a mothers love, cars, wealth and all that counts to the world can never compare to her love.
Daddy always came from work, with a run a head for a hug together they’ve taught me the meaning of family. In good times and in sad moment’s memories of my parents’ love echoes through my veins, someday you’ll be a soldier, a teacher or even the president; they told me I could become whatever I wanted. In school they taught me how to read and write, but mom taught me how to pray while dad stood by me and taught to honor God in all my ways. If words could count as wealth, I’ve been rich at birth and all through life. When we fought with my siblings it was daddy that always settled our rifts, we grew up to be together as one.
When I was admitted with pneumonia, mom laid quietly besides my bed and every morning before the injections came in she comforted me with words and held me up to be strong. For three straights months she stood besides me with tears in prayer, I felt loved and daddy took care of my siblings to school and back, visiting me at the Nursing Hospital. Life was unfurling in beauty and all through the pain and all, it was all enlightening and worth every step of the way because God was with us all.
When I took bubble gums without asking and was told that was stealing and never to do that again, what’s the big deal I went ahead and did it anyway. Then daddy spanked me from stealing and mummy whipped me from telling lies. When I went to college and made new friends, a came late beyond my set curfew together they scolded me into a gentleman. In love they united their hearts and taught me the ways of truth and I learnt about God’s love and grace.
When mummy got admitted for fibroid we all stood besides her for months, friends and family came by to share in the pain and prayer for quick recovery. What marvels me is the knowledge that before my dad met my mom, God knew about me and my siblings. Way before the pages of history took notice of life; it’s always been in the palm of His hands. Growing up through teenage years and crossing over into adulthood, I’ve never seen or heard my parents in a rift and they just celebrated their twenty-fifth anniversary. What the world says is impossible God’s made me witness the meaning of family; they had light arguments but never with their voices heard.
As a record in my life’s dairy, I note: Mom taught me how to cook with the knowledge that the kitchen is no sacred place for women and scary place for men, in freedom of mixtures I’ve learnt to make meals. And the father’s touch came from the knowledge that my dad never, ever raised his arms against my mom not even in thoughts. That has been a standard that I can never belittle, for what makes a man less of a man is to exercise authority by abuse. We live and learn, I’m neither a prince nor a president’s son but what I’ve learnt is priceless and doesn’t come from Hollywood or tabloids but from my family.
The beauty of it all lies in the fact that as ordinary men we tend to seek for answers from the wrong medium, when its all right there besides us: sometimes with our parents, in a quite laughter, or a simple smile, sharing such moments give life more meaning. Yet life is quantified to a mothers love because is sticks to the end, nature is called mother and so is every great nation or continent. Mother’s not just any word but unites all humanity in all tribes, race, and belief that all men achieve greatness and conquers and rule worlds yet are all born of a woman.
Today I stick aside a quite moment to honor mothers all around the world, we might not agree on a lot of issues but we all agree that nothing compares to the love of a mother. If you’re reading this and you’re a woman please note you’re whom we celebrate, from Iraq to the heart of Washington D.C, from Jerusalem to Mecca, Russia to Australia, Lagos to London, we as mortals honor you our mothers. You don’t need to be noticed by the world as famous before you can accept this appreciation. For those who’ve experiences the pain of birth and held their babies, to those who felt life in their womb but never got the chance to embrace, not forgetting the remarkable mothers that never felt what it means to be pregnant, I call you all mothers for that’s who you are.
Let the world join me in closing as I present you our mothers every land, tribe and tongue, we acknowledge you women for being strong and brave, in encouragement and all. We might not say this to your face of even act it but deep within we love and celebrate you, you deserve more than a noble prize. May God bless you and keep you for you’ve been the centerpiece of life itself to us all, yet all that’s been possible because of God’s love and grace and not luck, race, wisdom or location. Thank you!!!

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