My unending miracle

Chioma Agwuegbo
Posted February 19, 2011 from Nigeria

"Mommy I cannot find my biro", I said, dressed in my pinafore, blouse and white stockings for school, my face glistening from the baby oil my mother always applied generously. I was barely eight years old, but I knew something was wrong. She didn't say anything and so it confirmed it; something was wrong. I knew because amongst other things my elder brother and I now had to share a four-slice pack of biscuits during break at school, just like we were sharing everything else.

And she had tears in her eyes now; I could swear I saw a couple run down her face but she brushed them away so quickly I wasn't sure and besides I had a more pressing need : I needed a biro for school.

It was 1994, without the internet (at least to us), without mobile phones, and without our daddy who was 'far away' on a training course. Mom had stretched what little food, money, and comforts we had without us noticing till that morning when she shed tears because she couldn't afford three naira for a biro for me.

Now I don't remember where she 'produced' one from that day, and it doesn't really matter. Daddy came back soon after, and things have been better ever since. That morning has been etched in my mind forever however, and was my first real life definition of what being a mother is all about.

Everyday I watched her put us first, cleaning scraped knees, packing lunches, washing my hair, putting me to sleep after any of the numerous nightmares I had as a child, picking up after us, and the beautiful stories she told. As we grew up, she turned counselor/friend, enemy when we didn't agree on issues, and friends again when we came back to cry on her shoulders. She's held our family together, and I've watched her severally deny herself so the family can get the best of what we need.

I look forward to having my own family soon, and I can only pray I am half of what she is to us to my family. She's my unending miracle, she is my mother.

*Biro = pen

My Story: Miracles

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  • Rebecca Snavely
    Feb 25, 2011
    Feb 25, 2011

    Thank you for sharing such a beautiful example of your experience, your recognition of and gratitude for how much your mother loved you.

    Best,

    Rebecca

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Mar 22, 2011
    Mar 22, 2011

    She shows me this love every single day! I just pray I can be what she's been to us to my kids (when I have them)

    Best

  • LauraB
    Feb 25, 2011
    Feb 25, 2011

    Chioma,

    Your story grabbed me. I relate to your concept of miracle being a living, breathing human. Great line, "She's my unending miracle, she is my mother."

    I love that- unending miracle.

    Your story made me smile and resonated with me.

    Best to you,

    Laura

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Mar 22, 2011
    Mar 22, 2011

    Thank you Laura, I'm glad you liked it!

  • Sydney Stead
    Feb 27, 2011
    Feb 27, 2011

    Dearest Chioma,

    You write incredibly beautifully! This is such a wonderful, moving story of a mother's love and it is all the more alive because of your true talent with words! The idea of an unending miracle also made me smile.

    Best wishes, Sydney

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Feb 28, 2011
    Feb 28, 2011

    I'm glad you liked it; I owe everything I am today to both my parents, but my mother is really unending! She never stops giving, loving, and being my mom.....I just love her to bits!

  • Stella Paul
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    That mother, that hero of yours is someone I have seen and known too! I believe most of us have known her. The question is, did all consider her the hero? Maybe yes, maybe not. By telling her story, you prove, your mother's sweat and labor didn't go in vain; her daughter learnt gratitude, and sing of it too - a quality that makes a fine woman!

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    Thank you Stella for your comment! To answer your question, yes we did, and we still do! I'm grateful for her, and I hope I am great enough for my daughter to say this about me some day!

  • Parwana Fayyaz
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    You brought tears in my eyes, that is how mothers are the most beautiful beings of the world. Their love is universal, they give to their chidren more then we expect. Once I asked my mother to define motherhood, she told me motherhood means accepting your hopes our bright destination. My mother is uneducated, but she is the one holding my hand in every difficult situation at home or relatives. Thus we love our miracles, our mothers... thanks, bests, Parwana Fayyaz

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    I'm excited you loved my post, and the truth is, regardless of the level of education our mothers have, they are the ones we run back to for guidance. It is the feeling that we are loved and cared for unconditionally by them that takes us back, even when we leave of our own freewill. Hugs!

  • Parwana Fayyaz
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    I think we are very good daughters that we love our parents and care about our mothers too much.. I think both of us are lucky.. you are a beautiful daughter for your mother,, Hugs, Parwana

  • Zin Zar
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    Mom is great for her children ,friend .Every mom is the protector for her kids.My mom is also a good example for me.I will share about my mom next time . Let's make a friend , right ?

    Thanks!

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    Hello, can't wait to see your sharing about your mother, see what angle you take it from! And sure, I just sent you a request! Cheers Zinzan!

  • Mirette
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    This is beautifully written Chioma, I guess we all need to reflect on what our mums did for us when we were young. Thanks for sharing!

  • Chioma Agwuegbo
    Sep 10, 2011
    Sep 10, 2011

    ......and what they keep doing for us till today! I love my mother Mirette, and I'm happy you liked the post.