Rita slammed hard on the brakes as the lights turned red. She smiled and thought, dejavu. It’s been 5 healthy years now and one graduation, thank God. Bode graduated with honours and she stood by him to take a picture, hugging and kissing his cheeks as he struggled playfully out of her grip.
He was the best thing that had ever happened to her and she nearly missed out on how awesome he could have been. She cringed as the past haunted her thoughts.
She was driving like a mad horse, thinking about how she was going to beat the living daylights out of him. No, she was going to take him to the station and have the police do that for her. She was furious, how can he disgrace her like this? As if his dad leaving her and running off to marry the neighbour’s daughter wasn’t enough pain!
He was a pain she could not describe; she had beaten him with everything thinkable and unthinkable – broom, wipe, stick, cane, frying pan – name it. She had burnt his clothes, his skin, his hair, changed his 5 schools but he kept getting worse. She was sure he would be expelled again for stealing. She was so angry she didn’t notice the light turn red as she slammed into the car in front of her. Immediately, a young mom jumped out, dragging a little girl with her and approached her.
I am so sorry, madam. I wasn’t looking at the lights. My daughter here was trying to get me to see her class picture, Tara, will you please apologise to this nice lady? The young girl apologized looking sobber as the mum turned to her and reminded her about distractions when driving. She went on to hug the little girl who apologised to her mum.
Flash lights lit up in Rita’s head as she started to cry. She kept crying as she remembered her childhood, her sisters and especially her mom. She got to the school sober.
The principal with anger complained about Bode’s atrocities and his recent hobby, stealing, as a teacher walked Bode into the office; he had a big ‘whatever’ look, ready for his mum. Rita stood up and walked to her son, knelt in front of him and broke down again, begging him to forgive her for all the hateful words she had ever told and called him. She told him he wasn’t a wicked soul nor was he the biggest mistake she had ever made after marrying his father. She told him she was sorry for all the hate she poured on him, that he wasn’t the reason his father left, that she was. She begged him to forgive her for being such a bad mom, for pushing him to the extreme and promised to do better.
It is no joke when they say the woman makes the home. Yes, there is no such thing as a perfect mom but you can be the best mom ever to your own child(ren).
Do share on how you combat transferring pains from work or your marriage on to your child(ren), let’s learn from each other and avoid making Rita’s mistake. Other moms may benefit!