Hope you are enjoying this holiday. This is a quick one, just to wish you unending joy, good health, unprecedented breakthroughs and more...this season and always.
LIFE, LOVE and everything in between...through the eyes of a mother.
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'Brotherhood of the brothers' Vs Uber Cute + Cuddly Owl I just saw / read about the sweet little girl who innocently plans to sell her younger brother for $54 (in exchange for a toy owl) and I couldn't help chuckling to myself. Little Rachel would 'sell' her brother because she wanted a toy owl and because 'something in him is wrong'. Never mind that she would later go back to the Pet Store after having her fill of the beautifully quiet and trouble-free owl to see if he is still there and possibly buy him back for $1 but just how funny is that and where in the world do these innocent thoughts and words come from? Source This sure made my afternoon and I'm just here, smiling to myself while wondering what poor little Jason would be doing in the Pet Store even though he is bound to have some really cool company in there. See those little guys up there in the first picture? They can fight for Africa...e...
I'm writing this at my break time at work amidst my cluttered desk. Sometimes, it appears as if a tornado just ravaged my work desk with the loads of unattended requests, transactions, quotes, Orders, Cards scattered all over, etc. I rather think it has less to do with having too much to do and more to do with organization, anyway. I know. You know.
She was shivering and sweating profusely as her hubby stood by wiping the beads of sweat off her fevered brow. Her brave clear eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she struggled to keep faith in line with the many verbal admonitions. As she had been doing for 5+ painfully long weeks. Bravely enduring the pain wracking her entire being with all the tubes passed into her, the thirst and hunger...muttering to herself at intervals...praying the pain would go away...praying she would walk out of that room to be with her baby...praying the administered drugs would work the required miracle...keeping faith... Faith...
Deceased I just read this on Punch Online and I'm tearing up right now. This sad story just re-opened the scabs of the wound my family has been dealing with in the last three months...would probably share 'my' story soon. So heartbreaking... ................................................................................................................................................................ When Omowumi Shonuga tapped her husband that her water had broken at 5 am on Thursday morning, being a sign of labour pain, anxiety took hold of him. Although he, Ayobanji Shonuga, was remotely happy that his second child was about to be born, he was as nervous as many men would be in that situation.
''Sign up for parenting, and you don't get to do any other shift(s) because that's about the only shift available'' D1: Tomorrow is our Open Day...I want mummy to come. Me: No, daddy would attend because I am going to be very busy at work. Hubby: But you know Wednesdays are usually very busy for me because I'd be in clinic throughout. Turning to the boys: Don't worry...mummy would try and come for 'your' open day, okay? Yeeeeeeesssssss...We want mummy to come...we want mummy to come.... Me: Okay, I will try. So much for reluctant commitments...muttering under my breath, mentally rolling my huge eyes as I stroll away from the trio ganging up against me.
So I was at the annual Global Leadership Summit earlier and it was loaded as usual, would probably share (here) some of the lessons picked up at the Summit in the coming weeks. I also got the opportunity to watch the performance of an amazing song by Jonathan David and Melissa Helser... ...and I became hooked from then so much that the song has been on replay on my system ever since.
So I was gone for 4 months and here I am, saying a quick hello...again. It is absolutely in order, I believe. A lot has happened in the last four months which I would still share here. But for now, this is hello...from me *in Adele's voice*... ...and I'm still busy clearing the cobwebs, pulling dust covers and dunking a couple of tea bags in my newly cleaned china cup...care to join me? .
S oftly she sways to the rhythm of the winds A s the sweetly singing birds lure with their soothing melodies F ar away in a distant land where no rancor dwells E ven as she closes her eyes in utter contentment I n, the melodious tunes beckon her battle-weary soul N o wailing could deter as she breaks free from the bonds of love T rust in the upward pull, she whispers as she floats away H olding on tight lest the singing stops and the spell breaks E scape, sweet soul..escape from the woods into eternal rest W ords, soothing but searing, brings little respite O little ones, smile at the winds and sway to the songs O ut of the woods, blissfully all will be someday D espairing not at the vain glories of the woods S afe in the woods, nobody ever is.
Source This new season, May each day be full of sunshiny blessings, May glad tidings resound all through for you, May peace encompass you round about, May your barn never dry up, May you be established home and abroad, May favor be your story, May unprecedented success be your testimony, May terror and oppression be far removed from you. Happy new June, beautiful friends.
I've been thinking of the Millenium development goals and how far Nigeria is from hitting the mark with all the problems that encompasses us all round. Truth is, we may never get there any time soon if we have to totally rely on the government. I still strongly believe every child deserves the best, education being just one of the best and I'm hoping this is one of the issues the new administration gets right within the next four years.
I wanted to put up a post on children's day which we celebrated here in Nigeria on May 27 but I eventually managed not to....for the very reason I wanted to in the first place. Confused yet? You see, I was cooped up with four energetic bundles of blessing throughout the day and as much as I loved to take them out, I had to think twice and conserve the fuel we had so we could at least go to work the next day. #NotMyFault
Mothers...Fathers. ..sisters...brothers...friends...sweethearts...everyone, Please get in here. How are y'all doing? The month of May is packing her bags to make room for June, I sincerely hope those dreams are beginning to fall into place gradually. Don't you worry, it will end well, better than you thought.
Credit Dear Daughters (in-waiting), I had waited so long to remove the 'in-waiting' part so I could properly address you as 'daughter'. I can't explain this but you have been on my mind a lot lately. Maybe it is the realization that time is not slowing down as I celebrate the sixth mother's day and these boys of mine are growing way too fast.
Credit Can you tell this is another #thingskidssay post? I am seriously beginning to think differently about this motherhood thing . I see myriads of r a i n b o w y beauty already in the nurturing process. A lot more ahah moments are sneaking in on us as we trudge on, on this journey. So we were gawking at the big screen, the whole 4-makes-a-family-all-of-us and flipping across the screen were the images of some big men chasing one small, round leather contraption, as usual. Not that I had anything against full grown men chasing one teeny-tiny black/white leather ball, fighting for control but my boy sure had something to say which intrigued me. D1: ''Mummy, why are they even fighting for the ball? Is it not better to be steady on the ball than fighting for it?'' Dunno how you can be steady on a ball that is not within your control...do you? ''I even think they can win by becoming steady on the ball'' What does this lil man know a...
Photo Credit ''Mummy, you are the best cooker in the whole wide world'' . 'Cooker' is oftentimes interchanged with 'maker' or 'baker' depending on the circumstances...and on what the trigger is (food or tea or treat). ''Mummy, I love you...you are the best'' I get to hear these words followed by bear hugs at least 8 times daily averaging 4 emotional-laden words from each starry-eyed boy per day.
Source Wondering what that escalator is doing up there? Will get to it in a second. I thoroughly enjoyed the last Easter holiday so much that I really wish I could rewind and go over it again. Been promising to take the boys to the Cinema for a while and we finally chose 'Easter Monday' of all days to visit the one at Ikeja City Mall. You also want to ask what got into me, right?
Firstly, I sincerely and somberly apologize for bailing on you. *mentally stares down at feet, hands folded behind back* Been more than a month and believe me, it has been crazy but thankfully, we are still standing and breathing. Thanks be to God, again. I love you guys, especially those who have been concerned, those who reached out to find out what was happening and those who have been goading and prodding me, ever so gently. You know yourselves and I am ever so grateful for your friendship which transcends this virtual divide.