Mothers are not rare to find. Good mothers are. Have you ever wondered what goes on to make a good mother?
What makes good mothers? It is a pivotal question whose answer cannot be contained within a few words. Mothers comprise of a bundle of emotions that sometimes defy reason. So this goes out to all the mothers who have kept awake all night with their sick toddlers in their arms, constantly uttering those compassionate words, “It’s OK honey, Mommy’s here.”
For all the mothers who breastfed their babies, make cookies, boil yams, make waakye, make banku, frying akara sew Halloween costumes, take loans for her children’s school fees, those who show up at work with milk stains on their dress and diapers in their handbags… And all the mothers who don’t.
For those mothers who cannot restrain tears from trickling down their cheeks when they hold their babies for the first time in their arms; and for the mothers who give birth to babies they’ll never see.
For the mothers who gave homes to babies and gifted them a family, for mothers who cannot provide a house for their babies, for mothers who are the ONLY family to their baby, and for those mothers who are yet to have their own baby.
For the mothers who yell at their kids who clamour for ice cream before dinner.
For the mothers who defy all odds just to watch her kid perform and repeat to themselves… “That’s my child!!”
For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year, and then read it again. “Just one more time.”
For the mothers who taught their children to tie the shoelaces even before they started going to school.
For the mothers who incontinently turn their heads when they hear the word “Mom”,
even though they know that their kids are nowhere around.
For the mothers who silently shed tears for their children who have gone astray.
For all those mothers whose heart aches to watch her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time.
For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, street shootings, racial shootings, sex predators, and the mothers of those who were involved in the act.
For the mothers of the Survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, clinging to their child who just arrived from school safely.
So, this is meant for all the young and aged mothers, working mothers and housewives, married mothers and the single mothers, those with money and without and for those without whom life would have been insufferable.
We, GHANA TALKS RADIO Celebrate You For Who You Are.
We Love You.
We Cherish You.
We Adore You.
YOU SHALL REAP THE FRUIT OF YOUR LABOUR.
HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!!!
