This morning feel special. The sun came by quickly by my windows, winds whispering quietly, “Tomisin! wake up and see”.
I reluctantly woke up, stretching at my best. Hawwwh! I gave my last yawn. My memories came back quickly; the night had left me a telegraph; “you will meet someone special tomorrow”.
My weary eyes widened quickly knowing the hour had come finally to meet my visitor. I stretched my arms towards my back and gently closed my eyes to mutter a word of prayer. Silently I said a few words.
I think I saw one irregular person or should I call them people; a woman holding a child but not hers. I am not sure, if it was a boy or a girl because I was almost resuming back to sleep. You know those hours, you mutter a prayer and half the time, you are fast asleep and the few words you could remember are “Jesus” and the call of “Father Lord”. In His mercy, I didn't receive a daylight nightmare. I received something new today.
The woman whose eyes were faint and narrow with a child. She looked like a passing flower whose beauty was about to fade. But the sun was just coming up. The clouds of harvest are just gathering but she is hurrying back for the night. The lines on her face showed she had once being dogged, but like fading fabric, her hope was wearing out. I realized that she was joining the mob with the child, struggling to carry her tired legs. So I am writing this to you special one. You need not join the mob. You are one of the very irregular, uncommon, rare kind of jewel. It is a beautiful morning, especially for you.
The works of your hands look invisible. You getting weary of an assignment, you thought you bought upon yourself. It is a beautiful morning, especially for you. You did not turn your back even though you had reasons to. You have chosen to raise another man’s child. For such a time as this; your arms are holding a future. You are the today, tomorrow hangs upon. I am here to give you a gentle pat on your back and say well done. You ask? Who am I to give you a pat? I don’t even know what it cost you daily. I might have never been in your shoes and may never try to but I can read your act on someone’s wall.
I can see it in the eyes of the child you are holding. Unclear to me, if she is a boy or girl, I see smile all over this face. His hopes are anchored on yours. The flicker of the future looks brightly on what you can do. She follows you strongly knowing you are her entire world. She says in her mind that your shoulders are beautiful.
You are just beautiful to take upon your shoulders to raise another man’s child though he was not blood of your blood. You are beyond amazing to be called mama in the midst of your tired veins for yours. God had made you strong enough, that’s why he called you blessed. You can walk beside him, because he follows your step. You can provide for him because God meet your needs. The seed you are watching can change the world. The tears you are sowing may hold key to new discovery. Just hang on there, the light is coming. If she does not change the world, peradventure, she might change yours. If she ever does not, you can be assured that you gave your very best, you held out the strong hand of kindness.
It must have been battle for Joseph to raise a child in the womb of a woman he never met with. Who knew he would become the saviour of our world, the carriers of our sin and the lamb of glory. It must have been great pain to nurture his tender hands to become a carpenter when he did not carry his likeness. It might just sound unnecessary insane to raise an orphan within your walls. But who knew that an orphan girl will save his people. Who knew she would become the delight of the king. They called her Hadassah, who knew she would become Queen Esther.
Are you afraid, she would run for her real mother when she finds out you aren't the one. Are you lost in the hope, that he would never call you mother? You must put aside your fears now, woman and raise him up. He can change the world and certainly yours. Provide for him, shelter her, show her beyond kindness, dress him, hold him tightly.
Do you know your mother’s love can change a world. Know that you have a heavenly father watching over you. He would care for you and make your back strong. She might not be the bone of your bone but she looks up to you. Even if she forgets for a while, one day, she would come back to the memories of your kindness. You have got to train him up even if the father rejected him. Show him what a man can do with the Father’s Love. Show her the path to follow, there lies your peace. Brace your shoulders; you are strong enough like Mary.
“To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world”...anonymous
To all mothers nursing a child in a difficult time. To all women looking for one. To great women of faith fostering another person's child. To all guardians, mentors, single mothers and teenage girls nursing a child out of a costly mistake or rape incidence; for such a time as this, you are nursing a future and your shoulders are just strong enough. To those of us who grew up in the tender care of another; it’s time to remember the good beginning and the very act of human kindness. Even if hope was lost in the middle, throw a heart instead of a stone.
With all love to you special mothers & the future mothers. You are strong enough
Oluwamitomisin
Also read: The Dusty Labour
I reluctantly woke up, stretching at my best. Hawwwh! I gave my last yawn. My memories came back quickly; the night had left me a telegraph; “you will meet someone special tomorrow”.
My weary eyes widened quickly knowing the hour had come finally to meet my visitor. I stretched my arms towards my back and gently closed my eyes to mutter a word of prayer. Silently I said a few words.
I think I saw one irregular person or should I call them people; a woman holding a child but not hers. I am not sure, if it was a boy or a girl because I was almost resuming back to sleep. You know those hours, you mutter a prayer and half the time, you are fast asleep and the few words you could remember are “Jesus” and the call of “Father Lord”. In His mercy, I didn't receive a daylight nightmare. I received something new today.
The woman whose eyes were faint and narrow with a child. She looked like a passing flower whose beauty was about to fade. But the sun was just coming up. The clouds of harvest are just gathering but she is hurrying back for the night. The lines on her face showed she had once being dogged, but like fading fabric, her hope was wearing out. I realized that she was joining the mob with the child, struggling to carry her tired legs. So I am writing this to you special one. You need not join the mob. You are one of the very irregular, uncommon, rare kind of jewel. It is a beautiful morning, especially for you.
The works of your hands look invisible. You getting weary of an assignment, you thought you bought upon yourself. It is a beautiful morning, especially for you. You did not turn your back even though you had reasons to. You have chosen to raise another man’s child. For such a time as this; your arms are holding a future. You are the today, tomorrow hangs upon. I am here to give you a gentle pat on your back and say well done. You ask? Who am I to give you a pat? I don’t even know what it cost you daily. I might have never been in your shoes and may never try to but I can read your act on someone’s wall.
I can see it in the eyes of the child you are holding. Unclear to me, if she is a boy or girl, I see smile all over this face. His hopes are anchored on yours. The flicker of the future looks brightly on what you can do. She follows you strongly knowing you are her entire world. She says in her mind that your shoulders are beautiful.
You are just beautiful to take upon your shoulders to raise another man’s child though he was not blood of your blood. You are beyond amazing to be called mama in the midst of your tired veins for yours. God had made you strong enough, that’s why he called you blessed. You can walk beside him, because he follows your step. You can provide for him because God meet your needs. The seed you are watching can change the world. The tears you are sowing may hold key to new discovery. Just hang on there, the light is coming. If she does not change the world, peradventure, she might change yours. If she ever does not, you can be assured that you gave your very best, you held out the strong hand of kindness.
It must have been battle for Joseph to raise a child in the womb of a woman he never met with. Who knew he would become the saviour of our world, the carriers of our sin and the lamb of glory. It must have been great pain to nurture his tender hands to become a carpenter when he did not carry his likeness. It might just sound unnecessary insane to raise an orphan within your walls. But who knew that an orphan girl will save his people. Who knew she would become the delight of the king. They called her Hadassah, who knew she would become Queen Esther.
Are you afraid, she would run for her real mother when she finds out you aren't the one. Are you lost in the hope, that he would never call you mother? You must put aside your fears now, woman and raise him up. He can change the world and certainly yours. Provide for him, shelter her, show her beyond kindness, dress him, hold him tightly.
Do you know your mother’s love can change a world. Know that you have a heavenly father watching over you. He would care for you and make your back strong. She might not be the bone of your bone but she looks up to you. Even if she forgets for a while, one day, she would come back to the memories of your kindness. You have got to train him up even if the father rejected him. Show him what a man can do with the Father’s Love. Show her the path to follow, there lies your peace. Brace your shoulders; you are strong enough like Mary.
“To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world”...anonymous
To all mothers nursing a child in a difficult time. To all women looking for one. To great women of faith fostering another person's child. To all guardians, mentors, single mothers and teenage girls nursing a child out of a costly mistake or rape incidence; for such a time as this, you are nursing a future and your shoulders are just strong enough. To those of us who grew up in the tender care of another; it’s time to remember the good beginning and the very act of human kindness. Even if hope was lost in the middle, throw a heart instead of a stone.
With all love to you special mothers & the future mothers. You are strong enough
Oluwamitomisin
Also read: The Dusty Labour
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