A Mothers Love


Dear Mama,

I don’t know how to begin this letter but I will anyway. As I write, a lot is running through my mind. I am thinking about my husband, my job, my baby and mostly importantly the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever come across; YOU. Everything I have is because I have you. You gave me life and a reason to see another tomorrow. Today I look back at my life and all I see is a heaven and you a little god to me!

You bore the burden of raising me with my disability. You turned my limitations into a complete and happy life. I remember when I got the accident. We had gone with the boys to play while herding our grandpa’s cows. Jojo my cousin had tied a rope on my back and tied it on the other end to the big bull. All I remember was that the bull was faster than me. I couldn’t keep pace. I screamed. Then blackout. The next time I woke up I was in hospital, you told me it was a month later as you cried. I tried to move but my legs couldn’t feel anything. It was not easy when the doctor tried to explain to me that my spinal cord had ruptured hence would be confined in a wheel chair for a very long time. I did not want to believe it. I wept.

You took me home, bathed and fed me. After returning to school, you took me there on your back and in the evening you’d pick me up again. You took me to my therapist ritually as you strengthened my mind and assured me that I would walk again. You focused too much on me to a point that I was afraid you would forget my other siblings. You told them I was a special girl who needed their attention and taught them to protect me and not to be ashamed of me. They fought for me. As my mental strength grew and I wanted to get out of my situation. I remember when I was in class in seven, I was with my friends in the basketball pitch and I completely loved the movements. The dances my friends would do after every score. I wanted to do the same.

I remember the physiotherapist who helped me recover told me that it was all in the mind. I worked on it mum with your help. A few days before I joined form one, I started feeling some pain in the legs. It was so painful that you had to take me to the doctor. I saw him cry. Out of confusion you asked him why and he told us that there was now a connection between my brain and my lower limbs. We didn’t understand. He explained that the fact that I can feel pain in my lower limbs means that soon I may be able to walk. It was a miracle. I was going to be complete again.

By the time I was in form two, I could walk on crutches, bathe myself and do over ninety percent of chores. Actually, washing clothes was the only tricky bit. I was glad when I finally walked without any help; I felt normal again. You gave me strength to fight for my well-being and I will forever be thankful to you. Every day I look at my beautiful baby, I see you. Every time I look at my handsome husband, I see you. Every time I walk in my office, I see you smiling at me. I didn’t know how to be grateful to you that I insisted on naming my baby after you. Long live RUTH, I’ll love you always and forever.

Your lovely daughter,