My mom—always loving, giving and understanding
Living in London, England, I get the privilege to celebrate two rounds of Mother’s Day in one year because of the differing dates. But even two days to celebrate isn’t sufficient to show true gratitude for the mother that I have been blessed with.
For as far back as I can remember, I have known her to be three things: always loving, always giving and always understanding. The word “always” reflects her consistency over the years. She could have easily not be named Marilyn and more aptly be named “Constance”, “Hope”, “Patience” or “Grace”. She often calls herself Grace as I think that she, too, realises the reflective woman that she is, that she goes above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to helping to carry others’ burdens.
The great book could have easily said within its lines that “Jesus had 13 disciples” because, really and truly, there is nobody more faithful. My praying mantis she is as every challenge I have faced thousands of miles away from her has been swaddled in prayer. Her prayers don’t know time difference and her knees bear the scars of what is now 13 years of having your firstborn live halfway across the world. But never once has she made me feel bad for migrating and never once has she asked me to drop everything and move back.
She is a mother to all and I am happy to share her because she has so much to give and I am never lacking for anything. Jack of all trades and master of all, too, a phenomenal woman, my mother, Marilyn.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers in Trinidad and Tobago. May you be treasured and honoured every day, not just on Mother’s Day.