I have a mother, which is a precious encounter that one still has on this earth. She has slept in hospitals as if it was my first home and woke up beside me; make sure that I am still exchanging life with air. In her life, she is known to be the one responsible for taking care of the household, the cleaning, the children, the cooking. She is the sweeping hands in almost everything. Most of us can relate that to our mothers or yourself as a mother.
I wonder if one ever wondered whether they ever dreamt of being a mother or becoming the hands that sweep. As a young girl, most of us, play with dolls and emulate being a mother to a model of a human being, specifically, a baby or young woman. However, it subconsciously sticks to your mind throughout your teenage years to your adulthood where one is in a time where they consciously think of family, when it is just a subconscious reminder of caressing dolls. It sometimes brings out the child in you although the child in you cannot take care of a real child, in the end we become mothers.
In another instance, or rather in continuation, a woman conceives and situations occur which lead them to find work and in many cases, dreams are lost or forgotten. That is mostly seen in our own surroundings, especially in our own families, where one is victim of living their parents’ forgotten dreams. And how you begin to ask yourself the sacrifice our parents especially mothers, as they are, in most cases, the strongholds pillars of the house.
In her shoes, she may have tried to pursue her dreams, but she had to prioritize. In her shoes, she may have lost touch of her inner child. But in her shoes, she never gave in her inner child, she imparted her inner child to her child who was with her, you.
Sweeping hands don't just sweep dust, dishes. They fed, bathed, carried, embraced you; love you, held your hand. They may not understand your hustle, passion or interest, but remember they labored for you, made you their passion and interest and interested themselves in transporting you. Just because your hands no longer sleep and hers sweeps still, does not mean she has no mind, for you are her plant, which she did not choose to sweep away with her sweeping hands.
Let us treasure our nurturers, not just our mothers only but the women in our lives, whether influential or a shebeen queen, for she is a QUEEN still.
I wonder if one ever wondered whether they ever dreamt of being a mother or becoming the hands that sweep. As a young girl, most of us, play with dolls and emulate being a mother to a model of a human being, specifically, a baby or young woman. However, it subconsciously sticks to your mind throughout your teenage years to your adulthood where one is in a time where they consciously think of family, when it is just a subconscious reminder of caressing dolls. It sometimes brings out the child in you although the child in you cannot take care of a real child, in the end we become mothers.
In another instance, or rather in continuation, a woman conceives and situations occur which lead them to find work and in many cases, dreams are lost or forgotten. That is mostly seen in our own surroundings, especially in our own families, where one is victim of living their parents’ forgotten dreams. And how you begin to ask yourself the sacrifice our parents especially mothers, as they are, in most cases, the strongholds pillars of the house.
In her shoes, she may have tried to pursue her dreams, but she had to prioritize. In her shoes, she may have lost touch of her inner child. But in her shoes, she never gave in her inner child, she imparted her inner child to her child who was with her, you.
Sweeping hands don't just sweep dust, dishes. They fed, bathed, carried, embraced you; love you, held your hand. They may not understand your hustle, passion or interest, but remember they labored for you, made you their passion and interest and interested themselves in transporting you. Just because your hands no longer sleep and hers sweeps still, does not mean she has no mind, for you are her plant, which she did not choose to sweep away with her sweeping hands.
Let us treasure our nurturers, not just our mothers only but the women in our lives, whether influential or a shebeen queen, for she is a QUEEN still.
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