"Hmm, how fast these kids grow. It feels like only yesterday I travailed in the labour room, nursed them, put them to sleep on my bosom, then gently place them on their mattresses.
It feels like only yesterday I watched them litter the house with toys. Throw their uniforms about and have me laundry them. School runs; early morning breakfast, lunch packs, and pick ups.
In the blink of an eye, they'd get into the tertiary institution. How do I fully grasp that my babies are fast becoming adults?
Children are a gift from God.
No matter how tall a child grows, he or she would always bend his/her head to receive his or her mother's prayers and blessings.
No matter how mature an adult gets, whenever they are referring to him or her regarding his/her mother, they would be referred to as "children. Her children"
Every morning I rise and bless them. Like a mother hen I protect them, spiritually, emotionally, career wise, et al.
The fruits of my womb.
Not them alone, but the child of every woman is my child. I continually pray for all the mothers around the world, that we are enabled with the wisdom of Yaweh, to bring up these children rightfully, that they would not put their hands into dishonest means, that they would not shame us, and that we would not bury them, they would bury us. They would represent us and our families prominently, and they would be good resources to the society and nation at large. Amen. Thank you precious Jesus.
My adorable jewels. Blessed am I, to be my children's peace. To be a pavilion, a beacon of hope. A leader, a guide, a mentor and a role model. I am blessed to have my family.
May the father of my children continually be blessed, amen, amen, amen.
Chukwu ebube, Jehovah daalu (God is glorious, thank you Lord)."
I clicked the post icon on Facebook after captioning the family photo my husband, his children, and myself took after Sunday service earlier today. We looked like the perfect family, no one in the new town we just moved into could guess I wasn't the mother of the kids.
I watched my husband's kids run around the house. Clear skin, good grades. I felt a strange feeling in my chest. Like a twitch, an intangible strain. The sight of them made me upset, bitter. I hated them and their mother who would always come around. Even though my husband had assured me of the boundaries, I couldn't help feeling so insecure. She's beautiful, elegant and older than myself. Even richer. I wasn't all that good looking. I felt I could never compete and even though I had my husband's home and body, she and her children held his heart for free. I put my best into our marriage. I stood unwaveringly by his side, constantly fueling his dreams and vision. I tried to be everything she couldn't be for him, yet... It was her he loved, he was only with me for peace sake and convenience.
I pretend to care for his kids, but whenever he's away; I can't help being mean to them. I wonder if things would have been different if the lady in question was late.
What irritates me the most is, no matter how ugly I treat them, they would still hug me and try to play with me. Ughhh Kids.
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ORATOR:
Step fathers get attracted to their step daughters. They see the girls as a more beautiful version of their wives. It takes a lot of discipline and moral enforcement to stay clear.
How can you claim to love your husband, but you hate his children? You don't love him. You are territorial, ambitious, and devious. You can't separate a man from his art.
Motherhood is a divine calling. It's noble, it's pure. A mother's love is limitless. The good news is, you can have a change of heart. Even though you despise your husband's children, and secretly always make comparison between your kids and his, you can be an excellent mother.
Hypocrisy, wickedness: these are self-destructive. Allow the love you feel for your husband extend to his kids. Kindness is a virtue, love is the noblest of them all.
Work on yourself. Stop maltreating kids just because either of their parents are no more. You may not have had the rosiest childhood, or you may not have been cared for as a child... But, don't you think that's the most valid reason to be the best you can for kids who aren't yours? One way or the other... You can love them.
It's not only the kids who come out of your womb that require your love and affection, no. Treat everyone with the heart of a mother. Your neighbors, your students and pupils, your staff, your friends, your distant relatives. Everyone. Let other people's children be able to hug you and call you mummy. I laugh when I get text messages on mother's day... I find it funny because I'm still quite young. But, that's how it should be. I love to cook for others, oh boy! How satisfied I feel when they eat and say "thank you, it was delicious."
Be happy when others are happy. Make an effort to make others happy, even when it's not conducive. I am often referred to as a woman, and a mother because of how conscious I am of the ministry of... Motherhood.
Dear step fathers, continue extending your love from your wives to your step-children. You aren't a fool for caring for the children of another man, no. Regardless of race, gender, geographical location, or ethnicity, we are
all one and can be... "One Big Happy Family."
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