There was a time when I needed her, to feed me, change my nappy, help me get a good nights sleep. She helped me talk and walk and transition from soft food to hard food. She taught me how to wash myself, dress myself, read and write. I needed her.
Then came I time when I thought I didn’t need her, so I left her and decided to do everything alone, because she didn’t give me what I want! I thought she didn’t care, I thought she was selfish because she only wanted her happiness to equal mine. So I walked away.
But then death knocked on her door. I cried, she cried, she was humbled, I was humbled, she forgave and I forgot. We returned to each other ready to embrace each other. She celebrated with me my good times and wiped my tears through the bad. She was mommy again and I was her daughter.
I came out of hospital with my baby. The operation prevented me from doing much. I was a mother but in desperate need of my own. This time I watched helpless and unable to do much for myself. I watched in admiration as she sped past me cooking, cleaning whilst nursing and meeting my every need. She belittled my own efforts that I thought were worthy of a round of applause.
I want to be like her, leaving a warm feeling with everyone once they meet her. Leave them feeling loved and valued by little tokens of love. No one left with an empty belly or an empty hand. I love her, my mother , and now I want to be just like her. Thats my ‘mommy ambition’.