I loved to watch Chisom everyday as she grew. Been a mother really was beautiful. There were days I wondered if she really came out from me, she was simply lovely to behold.
Her adventures on the other hand were not as pretty as she was. They would fill a 60 leaves book from cover to cover if I were to write them all out.
One of those adventures was her selective sucking prowess.
Chisom was one hell of a sucker, I mean she can suck you till you're dry, but she chooses the kind of food she wants to show that side of herself.
I would eat a really nice meal say fried rice and beautifully fried chicken when I'm done she would smile at me licking her lips. Like she was saying
'My turn now mummy'
The days I didn't eat something nice to her standard say pap and akara she would be there forming sleep like she's saying
'Mummy no, I think I'll pass' and off she zooms to dreamland.
I mean who does that?
This baby sure knew what she was doing. They say children are born with a clean slate and life impresses things in their little mind my Chi Chi was the exception to that long standing theory. She was a smart ass right out from the womb.
Another example of her smart 'assness' was the night she was born. The hospital was brightly lit with NEPA light, soon there was power failure. Before the hospital could switch over to their generator, my dear Chi cried a storm. Immediately power was restored so was her quiet restored also.
Hmmm she was showing me signs that she was an upcoming 'ajebor'
Or was it the time I waited for her to poop all morning so I could change her diaper but oh she withheld that poop right until the moment I was just about to change her and out came the watery smelly poo right on my bare lap and she smiled afterwards.
Huh?
I was about to spank her buttocks from the bomb she released when she sent another missile and giggled afterwards.
I looked at her and couldn't help but smile back. Her cuteness washed my anger away and she knew she got to me with her smile.
Been a mother was truly a wonderful experience especially been a mother to a wonderful and mischievous child as Chisom was. Those experiences, I wouldn't want to exchange them for anything else. It comes with its challenges though well so does every other thing.
Initially, I thought I could win an award for been the neatest mother alive. You know keeping the house sparkling clean always, the chores done at the right time and all stuff, you know the feeling of been on top of your game. That feeling.
That was an illusion I had created and I knew doing that was going to wear me out sooner or later and I learnt that the hard way.
So I needed to place priority on what should be done and when it should be done and still be available for my man.
I mean what good would it do if Uche came home hungry and needy and all I could do will be to show him the super sparkly cleaned floor or the super shining laundry I did.
Would he eat the clothes Or kiss the ground till he was full?
I soon leant from some of my friends that had gone ahead of me. They told me how they manage to do theirs and after picking a thing or two from them, I found a system that worked for me and stuck to it.
I would fix Uche his breakfast for him to go to work, bath Chisom and put her in her rocker, check the other things that needed fixing. When Chisom finally falls asleep that was my cue to fall asleep too
In all I knew that if I wasn't in a good state of mind I would crumble under the change of lifestyle so after I took care of my two 'babies' I took a moment for me to breathe and relax with a bottle of non-alcoholic wine (I mean who would want Chisom to be high? Since she still sucks from my twin towers, if I take alcohol I'm sure she would punish me for that) and allow my mind to roam freely...
Been a mother was fun...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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