The World's Greatest Mum - Suzan is her name
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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
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.
. . . 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.
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!