Motherhood. Most mothers can’t tell you enough how it’s a
beautiful thing to have a person grow inside you and you get to give birth to him/her,
watch him/her grow, call you ‘mummy’ etc. Yeah, it must be and I can’t wait
really. But most mothers will also tell that these lovely kids are only
adorable until they grow up, have their own opinions [often different from
theirs] and want their freedom [they eventually get this]. We all can relate to
this and it isn’t always totally bad because some of us still love and respect
our mothers though we aint that ‘adorable child’ no more.
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Being a mother is hard work. From taking care of the child
when he/she was little to still advising him/her and helping them make
decisions. Being a good mother is a lot of hard work. You have to always take
your stance on what you know is the right thing. This is far from easy
especially when you are dealing with young adults experimenting with everything
they can lay their hands on from drugs and alcohol to friends. It is a constant
battle if you have stubborn children.
Being a poor mother, [financially challenged] is got to be
the worst thing ever especially when you still want to be a good mother. I will
give you my reasons with some examples.
Imagine a widow who had lost her job and was finding it hard
to pay her daughter’s fees in the university. She literally doesn’t have anyone
helping her. She does petty stuff to provide food for the house but tuition
fees, books and hostel fees of a university student is quite hard for her to
provide. So her daughter began to bring home gifts and large sums of money that
paid her tuition fees and settled all her debts in school and settled the home
front. This took a lot of pressure off her. The provider was a married man old
enough to be the father of her 18 yr old daughter. This came when the school
nearly stopped her daughter from writing relevant tests because she hadn’t paid
her school fees. So when this man who she had met through a friend offered to
pay her fees, she didn’t have choice but to jump on it. The gifts kept coming;
expensive clothes and shoes, gadgets and more money. Her daughter, who hardly
had clothes on her back when she got admission into the school, was now an IT
girl.
