I would rather Mothers’ Day passed without me noticing it. However, this cannot be when talk about the day is all over the radio stations (people singing and reading poems to their mothers and songs for mothers being played on the airwaves), plus adverts in the papers.
Worst of all, is when my colleagues or and friends at work ask what I’m going to do for my mama. I always have no answer to this because I can’t go on explaining to everyone that it is such a long time since I had a mother.
Of course, one would tell me that why don’t I appreciate whoever has been taking care of me for that period of time. Right, I can do that. However, if you have ever experienced a mother’s love it’s hard to forget about her and her love to entirely appreciate the other person’s, without thinking of her. No one’s love compares to a mother’s love.
While perusing through some of her papers that she had carefully kept, I found a piece of paper with a scribbling, of ‘I love you mummy’ in my own childish handwriting. This brought tears to my eyes; I remembered writing and folding and giving them to her or hiding them under her pillow. One thing I did not know is that she had kept them safely. This must have meant so much to her.
For a moment, I allowed myself to sob because at least she knew I loved her and this made me miss her immensely. That is what I long to do now and more. It is sad that it cannot happen because it is now nine years since I have carried memories and just wishes.
