To the unsung heroes

Today we went church which is the first time since my mum went Nigeria.

We came in and most of the seats were taken and so we had to sit on a different side of the church.

Then the priest came up to me and asked if I could read something out in the middle of the service and she gave me sort of hasty instructions so I was left there like, what am I even supposed do?

When it was my turn to read, she signaled to me. I then thought, I have not even read through this properly because it was so impromptu. Everyone was watching me and I was trying to read as slowly as I could. I  did not make any blunders but I was shaking for the next 10 minutes.

We sat down and this lady came up to talk about the charity she worked for, which was home for good. They find foster homes for children who need them. Her speech was amazing. It left a lot of the congregation in tears. She told us that what we could do was become foster parents, support foster parents or simply pray for all these people who remain nameless to us, but named in God's eyes. She reminded us that mothers day was not great for everyone. There are people without their mothers. People struggling to conceive. It is rather sad.


The old ladies I like talking to were crying and I ended up hugging one of them. It was a bit awkward because I was unsure as to whether she was trying to hug me or just hold my face.

The made the little children read out the mothers days cards that they made for their parents. It was so cute because some of the children could barely read and this one girl came up and she was like 3 and she was like, 'I love you mummy.' So many people were crying.


 I was thinking when the lady was talking about how foster children have no home. I have parents. I was raced up - not dragged. Sure, they were not really great with emotional support, but they made most decision that they did based on what they thought would be the best for us. When I was younger I used to resent my mum a bit. Like her actions seemed cruel sometimes and she did not notice me really. She did not notice when I felt like crap, when I was worrying, when I just hated everyone and everything and when all I wanted to do was just not exist. She made me do things that I did not want to a lot. She made me feel bad about myself by saying stuff. When i was younger, I sort of exaggerated her flaws in my head. Now, thinking about it, she carried me in her for 9 months. She fed me and clothed me and looked after me when I was unable to do so. When I was ill, she looked after me. My mum is not a selfless creature. My mum is not perfect. People make mistakes. But  cannot be resentful at all. I must have been difficult. I must have been selfish at times. I needed a lot as help as a child with my pronunciation. I have been moody and stroppy not thinking about who I hurt. She did all she could. She tried her hardest in the ways she could and I am thankful and it is about time that I show more appreciation about that! Parents are heroes and the best type - unsung heroes.