Dear Ma and mntwanmi
My child
I have been thinking about you lately and one thing I am certain of is I will cry a river when I meet you. It will be a mixture of relief, fear and excitement. Ma will hold my left hand and Ma will also be holding my right hand. I will cry and scream but having the woman who carried me and the woman who carried my husband will bring me peace. Both women will be excited to be welcoming their grandchild and it is only right for them to be in the room with me. On the other hand, maybe my husband will be scared to see blood but if he isn’t scared like Qhawe he can tag along.
Ma
It is obvious that I love my mother, she my rock and I adore her. Anyone close to me knows how much I love her so I will not talk much about her. I sometimes wonder how my mother-in-law will react when we first meet. Will she hug me or smile? I am hopeful that she will be warm and loving. One thing I have promised myself is that I will not compare her to my mother because girl, comparison is the thief of joy. I have promised myself to love my new Ma because she loved my husband. Oh, the thought of just saying “my husband” has me giggling and beaming with joy. Yes, I will love my mother-in-law because she is the reason why my husband is the man he is today. Ma raised him well and I cannot wait to be her new baby. I guess Ma and her new Baby will call her a lot, visit and spend time with her. I want to love my new Ma loudly because she birthed my husband and I guess God somehow knew that every girl would need two mothers when she becomes a wife.
My child
Will you have your father’s ears or my eyes? I wonder what your complexion will be but I pray that you don’t have kinky hair like mine. If do have kinky hair, I will try all the hair products until your hair gets soft. Will my genes overpower your father’s genes or mine will be too happy to fight? All the same, it doesn’t matter, having you will make me happy. This is because you will be a testament to our love. There are days I think of your gestures, will frown like me, will you smile like me or you will be your father’s photocopy? I guarantee you that I will cry and treasure every milestone and take time to enjoy every moment with you. I hope you will love fries as much as I do. Each day I pray that you will be able to stomach a glass of milk. I have to wish you good night, hand you a glass of milk and kiss you good night before bed.
I cannot wait to meet my new Ma and the fruit of my womb. The first step is to say “Yes or I do” when the love of my life goes and one knee and shows me the oval-shaped ring