Today I woke up feeling rather
odd. The kind of odd that you can’t explain yet it brings you so much peace you
smile to yourself and wonder what the Lord has planned for you. The joy I feel
in my heart at the moment is unexplained. If fact, it has put me at such ease
that I know all will be well for a worrisome me. It is in this joy I chose to
write this poem or whatever you want to call it.
GROWING
UP
Remember how when you were
young you couldn't wait to be older, I also use to be like that. I hated the
fact that my mom made most of the decisions for me with regards to what I wore,
where I went to school, how I did my
hair and to some extend who I could play with. Every time I did something wrong
and I got scolded, I would say in my heart, I can’t wait to be older because I wouldn't have to deal with this shit no more.
For a while there growing up seemed
to have its peeks. I felt that independence coming on and I started being able
to choose what to wear, how to do my hair, who I could hang with and where to go
to school. As a matter of fact I was being almost independent of my mom not
forgetting I still received an allowance from her. Gone are the days when I
needed her advice. I was now able to take decisions and be proud of myself. My mom’s
hold on me was slowly diminishing and I loved it. I was slowly getting into the
world.
With time, I found out boys
were cool and having a boyfriend was just as great. In that point my mom has
almost if not completely been erased from my mind were decisions are concerned.
However, she notices the change in me and advises that one needs to be careful
of boys. I look at her and smile and think to myself, what could she possibly
know about guys. The arrogance of young people I tell you. In fact, I forget that
my mom was once a young adult herself and she had lived through all this
before.
However, when my first
heartbreak kicks in, I realize how much I need my mother. I remember the days
when she took all the decisions for me because they never led to any breaking
of any sorts. The more mistakes I make the more I miss the dependence of having
someone else take the decisions for me. A mother I had taken for granted and at
times undervalued her wisdom just for the trill of this little thing I call independence.
How foolish we are to think we can go through life without adult consult, wisdom
is not born it is grown. So seek consult from your parents and appreciate their
advice because when they are no more all you will have are mistakes and regrets
of not having seeked it while they were alive.
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