The World's Greatest Mum - Suzan is her name

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Me, my daughter, Mom and my sister

She was voted the WORLD"S GREATEST MUM by all her children, grand children, neighbors, uncles, aunties, teachers, priests, strangers and all . . . how can you possibly dispute that huh? Lets see! Having one child each year for over a decade, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry everyday for over three decades. A shoulder to cry on, a kiss for each tear and every booboo, a whisper goodnight to two dozen children every night for over three decades, food for every visitor, familiar and strange and a SMILE to crown it all! Last year on my birthday, I received a card from my daughter in London. Of course my sister (Auntie Bea) had taken her shopping and she had particularly picked out this pink card with flowers covered rims and baskets filled with shells, brushes, pumpkins, foam, snails etc.

Left to Right from the back: Standing - Lordine, Jimmy, Anita, Keith, Josephine, Arnold. Seating: Kimmy, Me, Desire, Mom, Beatrice & Agnes
Inside the card was a message for me.

The message read:

" It is a difficult task that Mum's assigned, to always be loving and gentle and kind . . . There surely are times when she'd much rather be, a little less busy. a little more free . . . But you never stopped just because you were tired, and these are the reasons you're loved and admired - You've given your heart and your motherly touch, to everyone, Mum and you're loved very much!"

These are the same words I would like to send out to my mother - she is a mother of a million years, a mother of all weather, seasons.

Just look at that - isn't innocence something? Priceless
She is that Mum that you can not really find the right words to use in thanking or appreciating her. Time is a thief, and is slowly stealing away the dearer moments. As the years go by, they bring so many fond memories that seem so far away from across the miles. Since I was home, I decide to battle time for those memories that it cannot steal away: to make good on the battle with time, I decided I would keep the memories in photographs that capture moments as they are. I decided to celebrate her - to honor the mother of many, my Ma!

. . . Ok so mother's day was way past by the time I landed in Uganda, but this was the first time all the time since I was born, that I was actually celebrating Mother’s day. You see in Uganda and most of Africa people do not have celebrations for ‘Mother’s day’, ‘Father’s day’ etc, so as I slowly blend into the American lifestyle, I find I get rather nostalgic and wanted to go ahead and celebrate those things that we take for granted in Africa.

My brother and his Rwandese wife
This was also the first chance I got to take my mum do dinner to celebrate that special day. This was my last day in town and all but one thing was pending time for Mum. Time to show, and not tell, time to appreciate without asking: to celebrate the giver of life.

O' that soft tender smile on her face was priceless. Even though she was tired, you could see the content, the happiness, the pride of having her children, grand children, daughter-in-law and friends of family come together just to honor her. When my Mum is happy in the presence of many, she tends to have a shy smile on her face and that night, I could see that smile and that was all I wanted to see. And honestly, sometimes, all she needs is that one day when all she can see, hear and touch is appreciation. The more I see of the world, the more I appreciate where I come from and from whom I come . . .

I love you Mum!

 

delsol67 says:
The more I see of the world, the more I appreciate where I come from, also. I know what you mean. Brian
Posted on: Mar 27, 2009
cmgervais says:
this is very sweet!
Posted on: Aug 24, 2008
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Me, my daughter, Mom and my sister
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