In my parents’ house, nobody was waking up by 5am to start frying egg and boiling yam for anybody.
Breakfast was, tea and bread, cereal or if you want stress, tell the cook to make it for you. So I carried this peaceful upbringing proudly into marriage. Big mistake 🙆🏾♀️.
One morning after I got married, my husband casually woke me up by 6am to ask what he would have for breakfast before work.
It even sounded strange to me because what do you mean I should come and make breakfast? 😭 I said, tea is there. Apparently that was not the correct answer.
Omo that was our first marital disagreement “breakfast”. When I called my mother to complain, thinking she would support me, this woman switched sides immediately.
Very early the next morning, she woke my sisters up and announced, “Wake up and learn how to prepare breakfast for your husbands before your husbands return you people to sender.”
According to gist later, my sisters said the way she was talking, you would think she personally used to prepare full buffet breakfast for us growing up.
This same woman that raised us on “make your own breakfast” suddenly became Chef Hilda Baci because somebody got married.
When I was single, I was in the pool on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Tuesdays and Thursdays were for basketball.
You cure the emptiness by building a routine and being the center of your own world.
And you shouldn't drop those habits the minute you start dating.
Never make a lady the center of your world just to escape being lonely.
So I'm not the only one her mother sneaks into her room to sleep?? This woman will come and occupy the whole bed, I will be chasing her to her room she will refuse, she will come and open the door sef and be saying hey there is heat in this room, oya go to your room nau, no way
My mother-in-law and I usually gist and catch up every Saturday or Sunday evening.
So, as usual, I called her this Sunday and we were talking about this and that when I casually mentioned that I needed to start making arrangements to ship some foodstuff from Nigeria. Especially palm oil.
To my surprise, Mama said, "Oh, I already thought about that." I said, "Thought about what?" She replied, "The foodstuff. I calculated that you would need some things, so I already bought them. They are on their way to Lagos."
I nearly shouted into the phone. "Mama! How come you didn't call me? At least let me send you money first!" She laughed and said, "Eeh, give me when you have it. I didn't want you worrying about it" 💕💕
For a few seconds, I didn't even know what to say. You know those moments when someone does something so thoughtful that it leaves you speechless?🥹🥹 That was me.
Every day, I thank God that this woman is my mother-in-law. Not because she buys things. Not because she helps. But because she has a genuinely good heart.
The kind of heart that thinks about your needs before you even start planning for them yourself.
In a world where people share plenty of mother-in-law horror stories, God gave me one that constantly reminds me that kindness still exists.
And for that, I am grateful 🙏🙏
Growing up, whenever my mother travelled, my father would become the moodiest man alive. He would barely eat.
He would be walking around the house looking like Nigeria’s economy had personally offended him.
As a child, I used to wonder, “What kind of love is this?”
Then there was my mother. If my dad travelled, she suddenly forgot she had her own room. One night she sneaked into my brother’s room.
My brother turned in his sleep and accidentally kicked her. My mother immediately beat his leg and told him to lie down properly.
The next night, Oga locked his door.
She tried the same thing with me. Same result.
By the time she got to my two younger sisters, they had already heard the stories and locked their doors before she could sneak in.
Come and see a grown woman begging her own children to open their doors. I laughed at these people for years.
Years!!!
I kept wondering what kind of attachment would make two adults behave like this.
Fast forward to today. I am on vacation. My husband is sleeping beside some of my clothes because they still smell like me.
I am counting down the days until my flight home.
And suddenly my parents behaviour then are beginning to make perfect sense.
God forgive me for judging them 😊😊😊
@adanonso_ Well, imagine you run a business that relies on strong trust reputations or working in a corporate world where perception has a lot to do with how far you go?
You must pay attention to what people say about you or how people perceive you.
I have a question.
At what age did you stop caring what people thought of you?
Because some people are 25 and free.
Others are 65 and still worried about what their neighbour will say.
@adanonso_@Ucheagalii Since when I was a small boy, I’ve always been the black sheep, while my siblings bother, they still do, me I don’t care.
Recently had a family event I told them I’m not coming, they’ve grown so used to me that they didn’t bother to start shouting
For me, I’ve always had a very strong sense of self-awareness. I had too many guts 😂 and boldness of a lion.
Even as a kid, I didn’t care much about people’s opinions because I knew I was smart and capable.
The only opinions that truly mattered to me were my parents’. Not because they were always right, but because I loved and respected them enough to honour their wishes.