The Love of a Mother

In my childhood years, whenever my mother accompanied me to the market, we became subjects of ridicule amidst the crowds. As she comes to pick me up from school, she draws disapproving glances from children my age. This made me disliked her and wished she was never my mother.

One chilly night, she tenderly sat me down, wearing an unusual smile. With a serene demeanor, she recounted a heartbreaking moment from years past.

“My dear daughter, when you were just a baby, I left you alone at home to retrieve your clothes from the line. In that fleeting time, a raging fire engulfed our house. I feared that I might never hold you again. I screamed for help until my voice waned. You were my only solace, and I can’t loose you as well. I had no one to alleviate my terror or share my tears this time.

I didn’t just retrieve a water-soaked blanket that day; I gathered courage, faith, and above all, boundless love. Shielding you from harm, I enveloped us both in that blanket. I pulled out and wrapped you twice to shield you better as the flames surged. This action left these scars etched upon my face.

My child, I’ve cherished you every moment. My intentions were never to cause you pain. You are my entire world. You may not fully understand, but I need you by my side. You didn’t grow in my belly, but in the depths of my heart, and with each passing day, my love for you blossoms even more.”

Her words painted a portrait of a mother’s unwavering devotion, her sacrifice, and unspoken love leaving an indelible mark on my soul. Now I know the context of a mother’s love.

Story by Pastor Chris Chris Oyakhilome