My mom was here visiting for three weeks. For three weeks, I got to enjoy waking up late, having extra time to read, going to the bath room all by myself, getting help around house. My momma loves her family. She always thinks of others first and always look for a way to serve. "How can I help you?" was her most asked question to me when she was here. When we were traveling, I never got chance to wash Wesley's bottles. She did that without me asking.
Growing up, one thing I remember from her is the fact that she smiles through the good and the bad. She's a strong and creative woman. She loves my dad and always be a good support to him.
My mom loves her grandchildren. She sing, laugh, play, and read for the kids. Max was crying on the way home from the airport when he realized that grandma was not coming home with us. We asked him, "why did he cry?" Max answered, "I miss nyama. I want to go with nyama."
This morning during breakfast Max told me, "mama, when papa get home from work, we will go to airport to pick up nyama okay?"
I don't know whether I should laugh or cry {because I miss her too}...
My mom has weaknesses and not perfect by all means but she is one of the sweetest mom I know and I'm blessed to have her as my momma
We love you ma!
"Smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. " Mother Theresa
