On Sunday the 13th, here in kenya we celebrated a very special breed of women that most of us call mothers. That sunday i had an opportunity to reflect on mother daughter relationships, you know how they evolve from her (mother) knowing everything to she knows alot, then as we get to around 12 the issues begin and she knows absolutely nothing. For my mum and I, my teen years were hell, she didnt understand me and stuff, it was a disater. If you had told me things would change, when hell freezez over,then when i turned 23 it was hmmm maybe she knows something and before i knew it, my thoughts were like before i make a decision maybe i should ask mum.I am still at my prime of 25, so i dont know how else its gonna evolve, but a mother is an amazing woman, who works so selflessly think about, she cooked most of your meals, she packed your break. she always removed for you the clothes to wear. then we also made her into a hairdresser(we girls), i remember how my mum used to wash my hair on a sink and then funga me a ponytail. she took you wherever you wanted to go. she stayed up with you when you were studying for you, sick or heck over a bad break up. someone told me that until you get someone who calls you mummy then you dont understand. we always tend to forget to thank her. Why dont we do stuff for her often, like valentines mothers day should be an everyday affair. May might ask what about the dads, important as they may be, the work of a mother is never done. HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
