“If you get gifted $1 million today, what would you use it for?”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to give it to my mom”
“Wait, what???, everything?”
“Yeah why?”
This has been one of the “most had” conversations between my friends and I over the years. The one thing that has been consistent is my answer. Of course, I’ll say this any day, anytime and as well do it any day, anytime. I mean I already do it.
I don’t have a problem if people judge me for this but I’m the main character in my life and I am the only one who knows that the one person behind the scenes making things happen and workout is my mother.
Over the years, I’ve had so many things on my career list. I remember wanting to be a lot of things at the same time to get “plenty money”. What I’ve always realized is how everything I’ve always wanted to be is not even because of myself but they were just to make my mom proud. To make her happy. To make her have everything she gave up to see me happy. It hasn’t changed though.
I remember way back in the university, anytime I got so tired and felt like giving up on my books or felt like going astray to do the wrong things, I would remember why I was even there in the first place. If it was left to me alone, I would just do mediocre work for any outcome but whenever I remembered my mom and her smiles anytime I made her proud, it felt like being fed glucose and just like magic I got rejuvenated.
Anytime, I’m so down and drained, I just remember all the times my mom laughed so much just because I got an award or sponsorship or had the opportunity to do something really huge. That’s just enough to keep me going. If I remember clearly, some years back in school, I was so sad. School was suffocating me. I called my mom to complain and let her know I wouldn’t be able to get that award she wantedme to have. “Ehh, is this my own daughter or who is talking? Abena that can do everything through Christ who strengthens her?”
That was enough to keep me going through the whole trimester and I came out at the end with the award she wanted. She smiled so much that week and that also made me so happy. Just like that, another smile of hers registered in my memory to keep me going anytime I’m down.
Honestly, my mom doesn’t have to do too much to inspire me, just her “dramatic comments and smiles” are enough to keep me on my toes and I love it.
For now, I will keep on riding on those smiles of hers till I get her that mansion she deserves. I know it’s not even enough but I guess we would have to start from somewhere.
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