My mother’s grandchild

I first count the toes of his little feet, then I count his little fingers and his perfect little nose and mouth. He is a perfect little babe. The guggly sound he makes with his mouth is music to my ears. He has that perfect colouring, even throughout his body. The babe is a gem.
Of course there are things that get to me, like waking up in the middle of the night to prepare the bottle because baby is hungry or change his diaper because he is wet. Or when he spits out his food at me when am trying to feed him. But even this anger ends up with laughter. How can you be angry at this little angel of mine. Mom says its bad to always have him in my arms, he will grow up spoilt she says. But I don’t care coz I love him so.
Then there was that time that he was sick. I didn’t know what was wrong with him. He refused to eat, his feet kicking the air with agony. I was lost because I dint know what to do. I even sat down and cried for lack of a better option. I was hopeless and I had to call mom. She always knows what to do. She came with gripe water, “for baby’s teething”, she said. And she made it better for both of us. There , my baby is fine.
I remember his first birthday, everyone showed up. Even dad who has always thought I was taking a huge responsibility with this kid. But even he said, he was proud of me. I was proud of myself and you my lil munchkins. Then you grinned the two teethed grin and said, “mama” for the first time. I was undone. There are pictures of us. Me and you in my arms with tears in my eyes. Mum had baked your very first cake, of course I had helped too but she did the heavy stuff like measuring the flour.
You are two now and the neighbors have stopped wondering about your father. They don’t know that I also don’t know who he is. Not because I was promiscuous, no, but because I don’t know who your mother is. No, that is not right. I am your mother. I am the one who was willing to take you in when you were found in the dumpster. According to the law I am now your mother. Maybe one day I will tell you how I came to adopt you, but for now and forever more you are my mothers grandson.


6 thoughts on “My mother’s grandchild

  1. Its like you read my mind! You seem to know
    so much about this, like you wrote the book in it or something.
    I think that you could do with a few pics to drive the message home a little bit, but other than that, this is excellent blog.
    A great read. I’ll definitely be back.


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