My mother, my friend, my confidante, my protector, my guide, my provider, my muse, my proverbs 31 woman.
The one who watches over me, the one who always comes through for me, the one who counsels me and prays for me, the one who broke her back so I never experienced lack, the one who stayed awake so I could sleep, the one who loves me like no other.
I love everything about you. I love your resilience, I love how you love me. I love how you carry yourself gracefully, with elegance and poise. I love how you let me be a daddy’s girl in peace , but you’re always there when I need my mother.
My strength. I come to you whenever life tries to bring me down. I come to you whenever I feel weighed down, whenever I don’t feel brave, and you always remind me of the power that I carry. You always remind me that I’m worthy, that I’m enough, that I’m loved. You tell me you see your younger self in me and you want me to be better, to surpass your great heights. You encourage me to soar, to wander and grow and bloom wherever I find myself. You pour all of your strength into me and you believe in me even when I don’t believe in myself. I want to be as brilliant as you see me.
My mother I call you “nkem” and people always wonder why but they cannot possibly understand all that we’ve been through, all the paths we’ve walked and the ties that bind us together.
They don’t know that when I call you nkem, it’s a promise and a reassurance. I call you Nkem to remind myself, that you’re here, that you’re mine, and that I won’t ever let you go. You call me nkem to remind yourself that no matter where life takes me, I’m still your daughter, I’m still your little girl who will come to your room at 2am and tell you I just wanted to hug you, to see you, to feel you next to me, to remind me that I would always have you and you are my own.
To my Nkem and all the amazing mothers out there , happy Mother’s Day. 💕💞💕