I'm happy to drop this here.
I had the privilege to witness the celebration of mothering Sunday in my local place of worship.
Mothering Sunday is a day set aside for the women where they are highly appreciated and celebrated.
It's an annual event which falls every third Sunday of the month of March.
How did I celebrate mine?
Hmmm first, i started with my wife and the kids.
My beautiful wife
Thereafter I called my mother on phone and celebrated her. It was really awesome starting the day in such mood.
My kids
I called my beautiful mother.
My mother
After house chores and other things, I zoomed off to a village. I witnessed the celebration in another dimension. The women were excited and participated in all the events. What captured my heart was the dance.
at the village dancing
I wonder how this world would have been without a woman.
I see a woman as a man that has womb. A woman is both man and a carrier of womb.
It was like another explosion when I returned to town and met the women processing for Thanksgiving.
Town women going for Thanksgiving.
A woman ought to be celebrated. I have come to conclusion that words may not be sufficient to describe women.
No woman no life...this is very deep to be explained now.
If I were world president, I would have declared every month for women's day celebration.
I celebrate all the mothers and intending.
Happy mother's day.
