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  Photo Credits:unsplash.com/Sai De Silva Imagine Me   My mother always had a playful daredevil streak She was a teacher, and actress, a creator, an inventor A survivor.   My mother loved fashion and dressing She had style and class, and loved wigs and Marilyn Monroe The stars in the sky and on the screen, inspired her.   Today my mother is older and wants to hold onto her independence ‘Once a man twice a child’ is the saying I hear, with tears understanding My mother is growing older, and so am I.   Imagine me, as I used to be in the past with my mother Indeed, I was as cheeky and brave and bold just as she was at times As I really see my mom now, imagine us – older now.   Imagine that time just keeps going and its speeding up fast And I just want some more time to do more, be different, be better for her. We are in this together, me and her, her and me – we.   Imagine that there were words spoken and unspok...

Many of us have the privilage to be called Mom, either because we gave physical birth or because we loved som eone enough to be called Mom.  Being in a state of mommyness is everlasting and is something many of us have as a big part of that nurturing spirit we choose to embrace. Being a mommy aka mom aka mamee aka mother goes beyond one day, indeed it can take a lifetime to fullfill that honorable role and still be giving. There is no perfection in being a mom, as we can be boh loved and hated , revered and revolted against by those we call our own. As mom, we have a great capacity for forgiveness, sharing of wisdom and selflessness.  On this day, I'm not interested in all the fancy declarations of love and simultaneous good wishes and commercialization of the essence of being mom. Instead, I am humbled by the enormity of the task we all undertake, as caretakers of the human race. I'm remembering those who came before me, cried before me, spread love before me...

“Mom, I’m getting married at the end of next month!” That’s how my beloved first child, my son, told me of his upcoming nuptials. He did not sit me down and give me some tea, or even a glass of water. No way, he just ‘dropped it like it was hot’. It was decisive and a done deal. Us mums are not to be mistaken for the flowers called ‘mums’, sitting calmly and nicely waiting to be watered to bloom. We bloom within chaos and calm! I was stunned. It should have been expected but I guess there was that illusion of innocence allowed to cloud my vision. We know our babies will become men and women and leave us. In my case, I’ve been hoping I can leave them in like manner before they do the wedding march. Mum and son conversation “Son I really want to get married. Was waiting for you guys to grow up, but can’t seem to meet anyone. Maybe its too late, am I too old?” Son looks up in the air and then at mum, “ well I guess you won’t meet anyone within this house so you...

Marriage is treated as a concept from the past. Its become a watered down version to commitment to many with divorce preparations as part of the wedding plan. My son is getting married and I am damn proud. I'm as pleased as punch that he has 'stepped up' and decided to make that forever after commitment. I'm even more pleased that he is deeply in love with his wife to be and ready to make it work forever after. At this point, I'm taking as much kudos and 'back-slapping' for raising my son right. Hell yes! He is a great son and an even better man. He has developed a strong back bone and excellent work ethic when it comes to taking care of his family. He is humble and sincere in his dedication to us all, and God sure blessed me when I decided to have him. I have no regrets, and would have him the same way, in the same circumstances, because he is who he is because of all we have been through. My heart is a bit sad though because now someone else w...

It’s Father’s day once more, and I wonder about the man whose DNA is woven in my life. Last year, I shared my thoughts on being a DAD v Father, from my own life experiences. This year as I think about him, I hope he is okay wherever he is. My father died on 13th June, 2013 of throat cancer My birthday is 14th June, and his was 15th June. He died as he lived, secretly not wanting any of his children (all daughters) scattered around the world to know. He died with his wife of thirty years (not my mom) and their daughter (my sister by his seed) close to him. He died afraid, trying to keep his secrets yet knowing they would all come out. He was a man, who was influenced by material things, status and the façade of ‘living a good life.’ Growing up I loved the man I thought my father was It is difficult for a child of five years old to understand divorce and life, when it changes from a happy place to anger. My earliest memory of my father is of shouting and a fight ...

His Death My friends and bloggers, I could not let this day pass without sharing. In the past six weeks I have had the 'life challenges and triumphs' which I will share as I resume writing. Today, I thought to share my thoughts on being a DAD v Father, from my own life experiences... My father died on 13 th  June, 2013  of throat cancer.My birthday is 14th June, and his was 15th June. He died as he lived, secretly not wanting any of his children (all daughters) scattered around the world to know.  He died with his wife of thirty years (not my mom) and their daughter (my sister by his seed) close to him. He died afraid, trying to keep his secrets yet knowing they would all come out. He was a man, who was influenced by material things, status and the facade of ‘living a good life.’ A fantasy & rejection Growing up I loved the man I thought  my father was. It is difficult for a child of five years old to understand divorce and life, when it changes from a...

A message for mother's day... As a parent, the role of coach and mentor are a part of my responsibilities. The action of sharing, caring and loving, first comes from within the womb, and then we try to get the rest right! The role of the mother, is not only a female one. It is a parent role, and one I will share with dads on their day also. As a mother, it has been a journey , which never ends - thankfully. Some-days, I am  supermom and on other days, I'm the wicked witch of the west or Fidel Castro (no democracy) of the past, if you ask my kids. They are grown up now, and love them, or feel infuriated, crazy, and befuddled by them, I'm proud of my children. My role was that of 'single mama' and I respect and salute all single moms and parents, who are in this role. When you are blessed with the babies, keep them, love them, protect them, train them up to be responsible, respect them, and then let go. All mothers can be leaders , whether silently or other...

Some say Love…. What does love really mean to those who dare to love? That’s a question which can only be answered when love is tested. Enduring love, will fight to secure the right to give and receive love in return. There is a love which proves itself over and over again- a mother’s love. Denise & Dariya I know a beautiful woman, who is a great friend and mother. When I think about a love being tested, I think about her. Denise is an emotional bundle of energy, with eyes which search your soul as she speaks. When she loves, it’s everything with no holding back. When she shares her family photos there are pictures of Davita. Her beautiful daughter, who was here, for a short time, came to life before she was ready. Her life will never be forgotten. Her sister Dariya holds her teddy bear at night, the only connection to her presence. The stories of who she was remains, shared among the photographs displayed with family photographs. She lived for six months on this earth! ...