I Know All Your Moms, Thanks To Social Media

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Yesterday was one of the most interesting days on all my social media timelines, seeing how a larger percentage of my connections post pictures of and with their biological mothers and maternal bonds. So much love, so much show of love… so much falsity too.

Of course some posted pictures of their mothers just for the attention and the ‘aww’ reaction, but let’s not dwell on that.

I know I love my mother, maybe slightly more than I love my father because she’s naturally a measure of what I will become in the future in terms of character, actions and personality, even if inertly. So I consciously fight back the urge to point a finger at her mistakes; those same flaws she’ll rebuke me for. I try to watch and learn, and glean all I can, because the hippopotamus does not birth a dog, neither does the apple fall far from the tree.

Mothers are awesome. The most recognizable element of a motherly bond is LOVE, and the absence of it creates a void of absolute motherly trust. Not so?

She’s the one to remind me of Mother’s Day and ask what I’m doing for her “on the special day”.

She’s the only one whose instincts never flops. I have no idea how she foresees it, but she can easily pass for a psychic.

Talk of the annoying moments when I’m called from my room to come pick up the remote right in front of her… she’ll then laugh and say “but what at all are you doing in the room alone? Can’t you show your mother some love?”

At the end of the day, the bond we share is greater than any others’ because it started from within, literally. So it aches to see children disrespect and dishonor their mothers, especially their biological mothers. Isn’t Ephesians 6:1-3 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right. Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise; that it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth” inspiration enough? Well, I’d rather choose long life.

So, back to the motherly photo uploads – chale! E chao oo. I bet I can call mothers by name when I see them in public. It is admirable, really but don’t you see it intriguing that the one you’re appreciating isn’t on social media to view it the way the rest do?

These photos by BlackImage GH and Kobby Blay were the most refreshing among the many on my timelines. Take a look;

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Photography : Kobby Blay & Blackimage GH