A first-time mom at 23, I was excited, nervous, anxious, but ready. My Princess, my cute little brown girl meant the world to me and I spared nothing in ensuring her safety, protection, education, nurturing, discipline, health et al. When my first son came along a few years later, I was again bowled over with an intense devotion to be the best mother to my First Prince, my little white boy. The trend continued as I managed mothering my two fruits. Scheduling work and play time, devotion, sleeping hours, recreation, was the order of the day. Awarding stars for excellent grades and work duties was trending. Oh the joys of motherhood!
Imagine then how challenging it was as I needed to leave them alone for Study abroad. I missed them so much and shed many tears. Daily phone calls became the norm and anxiety about whether they were coping with me being gone, although I knew they were well tended to . Oh the jitters of motherhood!
My return back was a welcome move. My babes and I were back together again. Pretty shortly I was elated at having my third bundle. My Little Prince, My Little Black Boy was the bouncing addition to our home. Variations were required in some aspects of parenting and expectedly so. Oh the cycles of motherhood!
My fruits, my babes, my three young adults continue to be my heartsrings, the wax that will ever melt my candle, the glue that bonds my sensibility. Nothing can dilute the concentration of unconditional love I have for them. Oh the confessions from the Garden! Garden Vibes Moments!
Garden Conversations with Roze 