How on Earth can someone classify his or her biological mother as wicked? Can a mother be wicked to her child? To be honest with you, I always use to think that my mother was wicked until I found something in her room that changed my mindset. Before then, I use to call my mother names and I felt she hated me. Although, whenever I see her, I would just smile but deep down in my heart, I hated her because I felt she was wicked.
All these feeling of hatred for my mother started when I was growing up as a child. I was a sweet little girl then. My father was very much alive. I was the only child of my parents and we were living a comfortable life in the city of Lagos. In this article, I would share a few things my mother did to me when I was growing up as a child that made me classify her as a wicked woman.
When I was 13 years old, my father wanted to get me an Android phone for browsing. I was about entering Senior Secondary School then. All my mates were on diverse social media such as 2go, Facebook, Eskimi, etc but I wasn't on any. When my father told me he was going to get me a browsing phone, I was the happiest person on Earth. One day, when I was coming back from school, I heard my parents arguing. "You are not going to buy Precious a phone" My mother had said to my father.
I cried that day when I got into my room. Why was my mum against my happiness? Why didn't she want me to have a browsing phone? I felt hatred for her. Later in the day, she came into my room to explain why she didn't want me to have a browsing phone then and promised I would get one as soon as I become 16. Even after the whole explanation, I still felt she was wicked.
Another thing my mother did that made me classify her as wicked was in the area of my studies. When I was growing up, I barely had enough sleep. She would make sure I read for about 6 hours a day. Wasn't that wickedness? Immediately I come back from school, she would make sure I read for 3 hours before sleeping. As if that wasn't enough, she would wake me up by 3 am and I would read until 6 am and then prepare for school. I honestly thought she was being wicked. She never allowed me to watch television only for 1 hour on Sundays.
My mother did several other things that made me think she was wicked. She was just too strict. I honestly didn't like her so much and I even use to tell my friends I had a wicked mother. There was even a day she slapped me in the presence of my friends in school during my junior secondary school graduation. I had left the home early that day and went to school in preparation for the party. I was just 13 then. My friends had persuaded me to apply some makeup on my face before the party started and I did so after much persuasion. When my mom saw me, she gave me a resounding sound in the presence of my friends. Wasn't that wickedness?
Those are a few things my mother did that made me think she was just being wicked. Last year Christmas, I came home for the holiday and I stumbled on something in her room that made me realize how wrong I have been about her. Currently, I am 20 years old and in my final year at the University.
That day, I entered her room and I was searching for something. I can't remember what exactly I was looking for that day. I opened her drawer and I saw a white envelope. Written on it was: "To my beautiful daughter on her wedding day." I was so curious to know what was inside and it turned out to be a note. I wasn't getting married but I'm sure my mum had written the note since I was a child because it was an old type of envelope she used.
After reading the note, I wept profusely. My mum had narrated to me why she did all she did to me. She wanted the best for me. She never allowed me to use the internet until I was 16 so I don't get influenced. She allowed me to read for hours so that I would become successful because she never had the opportunity to go to school. She never wanted me to become a victim of peer pressure just like she was. She just wanted the best for me. She wasn't wicked but it was true love she had for me. Right now, I'm a first class student and a very decent lady all thanks to my mother.
What's the greatest love you can ever experience? I strongly believe it's a mother's love. A mother's love is really powerful and it's indeed a true one. A mother's love does not harm. A mother's love saves. In fact, it is all you need. As Valentine day approaches, let us celebrate our parents that are still alive especially our mothers. They deserve it. Don't just buy gifts for your girlfriends, boyfriends, wives or husbands. Get a gift for your mother if she is still alive. She deserves it. To those whose mothers are gone, I pray that their soul rest in peace.
Please drop a beautiful word of prayer or message for your mother here in the comment section.
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