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My mom only had one eye. I hated her! She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.

I was so embarrassed and said to myself ‘how could she do this to me?’ so I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE(teasingly), your mom only has one eye!’ I wanted to bury myself and also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”

My mom did not respond. Sadly I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study. Then, I got married and bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own and I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.

Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house and I wanted to attend without the knowledge of my wife so I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not even shed a single tear! They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With all my love to you,

Your mother.”

I finally burst into tears, but it was too late.


Never neglect your Mum. She is a blessing. Our days are numbered and we can’t reverse the hand of time when it’s too late.

I’ve come to realize personally that mama never says no to anything that makes me a happier person even if it’s to her disadvantage. You know, mama misses me everyday, and she’s not the person to demand love and attention nonetheless she so longs to spend time with me. I strongly believe mothers shouldn’t be only celebrated on the world recognized days for mothers, birthdays, etc. everyday is a day to love your mother, let her know each moment that you care.

Could we just take our mamas as an older version of our wives, girlfriends, sisters, daughters, or any kind of female relations thereby integrating an uncommon affinity towards them?

She never seizes to steal glances at me even if she’s determined to look away. She goes out of her own way to make a way for me. I’m not trying to project her as the most perfect being but it is what it is. Your mom is awesome.

I quite remember during one of my naughty childhood days, she spanked me so badly and I was really mad at her! But within few minutes after the dirty spanking, she called out “your food is ready!” That’s the gravity of a mother’s love! That’s how much she cares.

She gets mad at you because she cares and she cares for you not because you are her responsibility, but because you are life unto her so take a moment to say hello to your mother today.

I hope this old piece sparks some love in you. Comment below how your mum sacrificed her happiness for yours.

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