My mother was my consolation; my shield; she was the angel that God bestowed to me in my life to give me love as well as make me confront the best of me.
She was not only a woman whom I know as a biological mother but also the woman who suffered my childishness, scolded on my wrongdoing, and corrected me always and even remained as my best friend.
She always cared for me and always kept me grounded during the times I was restless or to guide me in what I could not understand during the times when I was conflicted.
My mother in childhood had significant quality of attachment and affection towards me which always made me feel like a happy girl. She dominated the house with her melodious and soothing laughter.
It also means that everything she did, and everything she saw in others was coloured by the romantic outlook. Whether it was whenever she attempted to cheer me up during my difficult days, or when I had a need for her to uplift me with some good morale, she had this peculiar anse to make my life productive and happy.
I am thankful that my mother was wise, and she was very much giving in ensuring that I received many life lessons but in a very polite manner. From this woman, I would receive the meaning of compassion and hard working and love.
May I simply say that to me through actions she demonstrated what the word ‘sacrifice’ means, as well as selflessness and charity? Motivating was a term I never could resist, she indeed was a spirited lady; she used to see the goodness in everyone and so was always helping me to do the same. Whatever she taught cannot be said but it is something that was taught in the veins and the feeling is carried each and every day.
I miss her and her spirit and her mind is with me everywhere I go even if her body is not. For her spirit continues to be part of me in what I do today, how I go about it, and what I think.
Her words are often heard in my mind giving me directives and comforting me most especially when in problem solving instances.
She is my support behind the cheering section, encouraging me to go on and on and on and on. Her love extends beyond the realm of living and etherial, she embraces me when I feel helpless or when I need her.
It is often said that life is beautiful and this could not be truer with a mother like mine, who endured till the end to remind me of the purpose of my existence and to show me that love is eternal she may be gone, but she will forever be with me in spirit, appearances or reality she may be my guardian angel, my happiness, my love.