- Growing up, I never heard my mom tell me or my sister that she loved us.
- I think it would be awkward to hear that.
- But from the sacrifices she’s made for us, I am not in doubt of her love for us.
Some people’s stories about their mothers shock you and some move you to tears. This is not one of them.
It’s an ordinary story of ordinary people who’ve been lucky to have experienced the extraordinary love of a mother.
My family of four is both Kenyan and African in every sense. My father watches news almost all the time.
My mom always calls me to pass her something that is within arm’s reach. And just like most Kenyan families, Mexican soap operas and it is a taboo to sleep past 8am in the morning.
Amidst all this, my Mom has stood out as both the glue that has held our family together and the foundation that has supported the family through raging storms.
NO ‘I LOVE YOU’ FROM MOM
Growing up, I never heard my mom tell me or my sister that she loved us. I think it would be awkward to hear that. But from the sacrifices she’s made for us, I am not in doubt of her love for us.
I have seen her wake up very early in the morning, make us breakfast, get us ready for school and still prepare to go to work. I’ve seen her sacrifice her own needs to take care of ours.
When we hit rock bottom as a family, she was the source of inspiration that marshalled us to keep going.
We never had perfect results in school, but still our school fees .
We caused her so much trouble, but she never disowned us. Such has been her love for us.
I acknowledge that there are lots of amazing mothers who’ve moved mountains for their families, but allow me to appreciate the woman who has been extraordinary in our ordinary family.