Momsie,
Can you remember those days when I would insist on using
your best jewelry, or tie your best headgear for an event? Some days, I would
decide I wanted to share your meal with you or insist on playing games on your
mobile device. There were many ways I devised to “torment” you and usually you
say to me with laughter in your eyes “Omo a se be fun e.” meaning my child
would do the same unto me. Well, my dearest mum, harvest time is here and I am
reaping a thousand fold what I have sown.
Idunnu is four now and Dara is just two but they are already
giving me a taste of my own (not bitter) medicine. In my own defense, I cannot
remember “tormenting” you until I was well into my teens. Dara just loves
wearing my shoes (no matter how high it is). She doesn’t even want to wait
until she’s old enough to wear them. Even though I bought Idunnu her own bag
and necklace, she still finds mine fascinating (Hello!!! She is just four, I did
not come near yours until I was way past fourteen)! Her latest attraction is my
engagement and wedding rings, it’s a good thing I don’t ever take them off. As
for my tab,
Can you remember when I and my sisters would refer to you as
“you wife”? “Daddy tell your wife to stop disturbing me”. “Daddy, your wife has
started again oh.” I am now “your wife”. Even little Dara will say things like,
“Your wife beat me” (that’s me she’s referring to). Right now my tab is no
longer mine. Idunnu even cuts the line when calls come in while she’s playing
her games on the tab. I used to give you back your phone when calls came in.
Enough of the ramblings. Momsie, in all honesty, I
thoroughly enjoy every bit of the "torture" just like you used to enjoy ours ;-).
I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t wait to start saying “Omo a se be fun
e”. It’s a beautiful prayer, I think.
With Fond Memories,
Deeso Mama
Nice story
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