Today's post is dedicated to my mom of inestimable value – Mrs. Roseline Agboju. No doubt, she’s the best mom on earth. I learned hard work, commitment, faithfulness and godliness under her watchful, tough yet caring eyes. God bless my mom and every loving mom on earth. I hope that when I get married my wife will raise my children in the most godly and lovely home.
The story I am using later on this post is on how mothers are treated by children of the 21st century. I have seen many things happen to mothers. While growing up, I saw a son beat up his mom during an argument. I have seen mothers labeled witches by sons. I have seen a mom abandoned to poverty by wealthy children who she struggled through rain to train. Gosh! I have seen moms disrespected because they were uneducated.
My mom is a disciplinarian and I disliked her while I was growing up but now I am glad God didn’t give another mom. We’ve had arguments in the past when she vehemently disagreed with my way of doing things but I would be damned if I forgot the days in the rain and sun when she had to go to work to provide for me. I cannot forget the days she went hungry because of me. Naah! I cannot just count what innumerable pleasure she had sacrificed for me to go to school and how uncomfortable I made her for 9 months when she had me in her womb. You may not have a mom as mine but you sure have a mom who gave you life. She deserves respect and love.
I beg to borrow the leant in primary school. Most of us seem to forget it. Just wanna remind us.
My Mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush’d me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock’d me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play.
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God’s holy book and day.
And walk in Wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
My Mother
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away.
My Mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head,
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed.
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.
For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise
My Mother.
For could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes,
If ever I could dare despise
My Mother.
HE HATED HIS MOM...
My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment.
She cooked for students & teachers to support the family. There was this scenario one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!" I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only going to make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?"
My mom did not respond. I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my mother came to visit me.
She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!" GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
"My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother.
This guy lived with guilt all through his life. our responses to our parents may not be this chronic yet we are as guilty as he is. This line from the poem above is adequate to be repeated.
For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise nuff respect.
My Mother.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Purest Love.
