Happy Mother’s Day 🎊

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers around the world! You make our world a better place, we can’t love you less.❤️❤️❤️

When I was a child, I was the opposite of my elder sister. My sister was calm, polite, neat, organised and everything expected of a girl. Me, on the other hand was rude, loud, disrespectful, unorganised, just the opposite of my sister.

My mother being a teacher, taught us after school everyday. My mother would take us through all we did in school during the day and go the extra mile to teach us some things above our level.

Because of the extra tuition my mother was giving us at home, I could write my name and the name of every member of my family in full as at age three. I could write essays that were meant for people about five years older than me.

But there was a thing about me. My sister was three years older than me and as such ahead of me in school. 90% of the teachers who taught my sister also taught me. They always told my parents on PTI Days ( Parent Teacher Interaction Day. Open Day in some schools) that I was smarter than my sister so they (my parents) should take good care of me.

Well, that got into my head and I started to misbehave. I didn’t do my homeworks, I didn’t write notes, all because I was ‘smart’. I started to perform poorly in school. I was getting critically low marks and I was gradually moving from an exceptionally good student to a below average student.

My parents tried all they could, from lashing me anytime I got bad grades to preventing me from watching television, but it couldn’t get me back to my position.

My dad ‘gave up’ on me. He refused to comment on my behaviour, he refused to lash me, he only prayed for me all the time. But I needed more than prayers.

My mom, she believed in me. I was in JHS three by then. She would wake me up at dawn to learn, inspect my notebooks, sign under my assignments to prove that she was there when I did the assignment, ensure that I spent less time watching television, buy me storybooks and made me write a summary of every book I read, give me composition topics to write on and ask that I submit it to her every Sunday evening, come to my school every Wednesday to inspect my school work. Initially the teachers were not happy about her weekly presence and they confronted her to reduce it but she did not pay heed to them. She was just bent on making me excel academically.

At the end of the day, she won. I passed my BECE with excellent grades and I got my first choice school.

In my whole life, God has been good to me. He gave me parents who are role models. But when He was making my mom, He certainly had me in mind. I cannot thank God enough! And anytime I count my blessings, I count my parents twice, but I count my mom more than twice!


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