She sleeps in her bed or mum's, she knows no fear of having your mat taken away from you....
She takes showers as a choice, unaware that this is a luxury for some, even children.....
She has a choice of creams thereafter, something to keep her smooth and supple......
She has a wardrobe filled with all manner of clothing, if torn, it doesn't enter her list......
She has shoes to rival mine, even though she's only a fraction of my age......
She picks what bag to match her mood, she does not have to fast & pray to get a used one.....
She sits and awaits a feast, blissfully unaware that children die of hunger daily......
She is a child, safe in the knowledge of her priviledged status......
She takes things for granted as should be......
She has siblings to grapple with about the mundane.....
She has parents for worries and issues.......
She is not first world, no.......
She is a child, safe in the world.........
Crash! Here comes reality!
Parents, siblings,food, clothes, shelter and priviledge.....
She is growed up, youth going on adult......
Nothing taken for granted.......
Nothing is a luxury anymore.......
She must work, prioritize and.....live
She has skills aplenty......
All of them, a priviledge.....
*Mobolade (Mo v2) inspires such joy from the adjustments she makes to life and I hope she is picking up skills to deal with life. She is such a trooper who wastes no time adjusting to life and aptly demonstrates (to me) the resilience of a child and the need to attempt to raise children with the ability to make decisions for themselves and allow them free rein to make some choices for themselves.
Getting ready to take her sis back to school, she makes it clear that she will not be making the trip. She wanted to say her goodbyes at home and I understand. The one time she came with to drop off big sis, she was miserable for days. How a 7 year old can choose to avoid emotional trauma (that is what it is jor!) where some adults are still grappling with choices within their purview, unable to take the step they ought is.......(I have no words).
My prayer is that her will will remain strong, the sparkle will never leave her eyes and her 'joie de vivre' will never let up. She inspires me and watching her is such an instruction for my grown up mind. Mobolade mi......the one who made me mother of children, who tests my patience because she is unlike other children and most adults. Her capacity for love is the stuff of movies. She hugs and kisses from time to time, knowing instinctively when the right time is and when the need is strong.
I am grateful for this one, the one who made me mother of children.......
She takes showers as a choice, unaware that this is a luxury for some, even children.....
She has a choice of creams thereafter, something to keep her smooth and supple......
She has a wardrobe filled with all manner of clothing, if torn, it doesn't enter her list......
She has shoes to rival mine, even though she's only a fraction of my age......
She picks what bag to match her mood, she does not have to fast & pray to get a used one.....
She sits and awaits a feast, blissfully unaware that children die of hunger daily......
She is a child, safe in the knowledge of her priviledged status......
She takes things for granted as should be......
She has siblings to grapple with about the mundane.....
She has parents for worries and issues.......
She is not first world, no.......
She is a child, safe in the world.........
Crash! Here comes reality!
Parents, siblings,food, clothes, shelter and priviledge.....
She is growed up, youth going on adult......
Nothing taken for granted.......
Nothing is a luxury anymore.......
She must work, prioritize and.....live
She has skills aplenty......
All of them, a priviledge.....
*Mobolade (Mo v2) inspires such joy from the adjustments she makes to life and I hope she is picking up skills to deal with life. She is such a trooper who wastes no time adjusting to life and aptly demonstrates (to me) the resilience of a child and the need to attempt to raise children with the ability to make decisions for themselves and allow them free rein to make some choices for themselves.
Getting ready to take her sis back to school, she makes it clear that she will not be making the trip. She wanted to say her goodbyes at home and I understand. The one time she came with to drop off big sis, she was miserable for days. How a 7 year old can choose to avoid emotional trauma (that is what it is jor!) where some adults are still grappling with choices within their purview, unable to take the step they ought is.......(I have no words).
My prayer is that her will will remain strong, the sparkle will never leave her eyes and her 'joie de vivre' will never let up. She inspires me and watching her is such an instruction for my grown up mind. Mobolade mi......the one who made me mother of children, who tests my patience because she is unlike other children and most adults. Her capacity for love is the stuff of movies. She hugs and kisses from time to time, knowing instinctively when the right time is and when the need is strong.
I am grateful for this one, the one who made me mother of children.......
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