Queen of my heart.

So like mom and I haven’t really been friends and I guess sometimes having faith and not giving up on our relationship worked out for the best.  Since, I started University Mama and I have been fighting less and less and guess what, I’m growing up. So certain things aren’t as important anymore but our love for each other. I’ve always longed for a relationship with my mom and I’m proud to say mama and I are finally ‘getting’ each other.

I admire the strength of my mom. The measures she went through to make sure I got the best of the best. The little we have is what brings us together. Mom made sure I got the best education and I doubt I’ll ever be able to repay that. I’m happy I took nothing for granted and I can proudly say I’m a proud strong result Ms Mary Motileni.

There’s so much I love about my mom and that beautiful angelic voice I’m so jealous of. Damn my mom can sing pity I don’t know what happened to me because I’m so tone death. When my mom sings in church, her voice gives me Goosebumps. Eh, that woman’s voice is heavenly sent. She loves her gospel music. She love love love looooooooovvveeeesssssssss cooking. Now you all know where I got my cooking skills, I was taught in high school but it doesn’t come close to my mom’s experience general knowledge cooking. She just has magical hands.

Since, I turned 21 I realised how much my loves me. She went all out and out did herself. Made sure the smile on my face never fades away. This is my year because I’ve managed to get everything I want from my mom something I’ve been failing all my life to get right and only managed to pass at 21 *phew* it’s been a journey though. Sometimes being Miss Independent isn’t nice because she’ll tell me that I’m working where did the money go to, hahaha *shakes head*

Mama thinks I’m the funniest person on earth, which is awesome because now she listens to my type of songs. It came as a shock that mama and I have mad love for Blurred lines by Robin Thicke feat Parrell Williams. We even laugh the same and do our “HE HE HEY’ with a touch of bass when we are totally amused by an incident. It’s come to a point whereas mom adopted my habits of listening to metro FM at work all day and whenever they play the song she sends me a whatsapp text “Nana they playing my song *love struck emotion icon*” He He Hey, the song demon has possessed mama.

I love the part where she starts with her Son-in-law requirement list. She can be very dramatic. But I just love my mom. I don’t even want to start on the debates we have about the law. When I out-shine her she plays the cards that “don’t forget you speak English because of my hard work, you are my reward. I sowed and now I’m reaping the results”. I guess my accent doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to her. *shrugs* but I’m the one who wakes up every morning for lectures and writes those tests oh well, I belong to mama. I normally just node my head and walk away.

Mama. Mom. Mommy. Auntizer. Aun’ Mary. She’s just my rock. My everything. Twinnie. God has blessed us with each other to learn from each other at all times and share our lives together. I’m proud to have such a strong woman as my Queen. You’ve been a mother and a father to me at all times and made sure I’m never short of you love and presence. Happy Woman’s Day My Gorgeous Mom. I love you with my all to the moon and back!