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  • Writer's pictureMpinganzima Annie

On mamahood 💛

I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Since I was a little kid I wanted to be a mom. I had many toys that I mothered until I outgrew them but the wish never went away. I’ve always fantasized having a little human as my best friend, one whom I’d love unconditionally and who’d do the same for me. 

I don’t know what brought up this idea.. maybe it’s innate as some always say about girls, or it’s a result of wanting to do better than my parents. May be because I believed that there are better ways of punishing a kid other than kamambili beating. Maybe it’s because I believed that if a kid say they don’t want to greet xy adult, then that’s a big red flag about xy. Maybe… just maybe I just wanted to be a mom. 

This year’s Mother’s Day is my first one with baby C. It found me happy and grateful. Grateful for the gift of being called a mother. Grateful for a handsome and joyful baby boy who misses me the second I go to the other room. Grateful for a partner who makes it easy for me to be a mother. On Mother’s Day, I received a beautiful yellow roses bouquet from my darling husband (the way to my heart). 

As I reflect on the joys of motherhood, I noted down something for my baby:

To Baby C, 

I love you. I love you so much. I love you when you’re happy and I love you when you’re sad. I want you to know that I’ll always be there for you. 

Home is where mom is. If you need a hug, come home. If you ever feel alone, come home. If you mess around, come home. If relationships fail, come home. If bills become too much, come home. If your mental health beats you, come home. Wherever you will be, no matter how old you will be or what terms we’ll be on, my home will always be your home. I love you baby.

To all mothers,

I celebrate you always. Hugs and kisses to you! 💐


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