DID I LOOSE MY MOTHERHOOD?
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Today, I am sharing this particular post with mixed feelings. I really don't know if I should say I am thrilled or srtkhystp. Maybe when I finish writing this I will be sure of how I feel.
A few weeks ago, my sister in-law visited me and we spent time catching up on what's been going on in our individual lives. We talked about a whole lot of things and it was a refreshing time with her, of course my kids excused us while we talked, is that not what we were taught? That kids should not listen when adults are discussing.
Anyway, while gisting, (you know that's my hobby) I told her about an incident that happened and how karma located someone who had previously treated a neighbour badly. In my words, "the guy fucked up big time".
Long story short, after my sister in-law left, Aunty Presh, my 11 year old mother (I recently discovered that she was the one who gave birth to me, not the other way round) came to me and said, "Mum, please sit down, I want to have a word with you."
Does that line sound familiar? Yes, I guess it does. Is it not you these 21st century awareness creators that told us to always dialogue with our digital natives right? You told us that it is the best way to communicate with them. You empowered them with technology and unwavering boldness that is why my madam is using my line against me. It's alright.
So I obliged. Having a chat with Presh is always an informative and enlightening time just like we did when discussing how many kids I am supposed to have. You can read up how the discussion went here.
She said to me immediately I sat down, "Mummy, why did you use offensive language?"
E shock you? Me too. I was dazed, it was like a bolt from the blue, and I asked, "Me? When?"
My madam said, "When you were talking with Aunty Chichi you used the f-word while referring to someone?"
I was visibly in a state of Afulagafia, whatever that means I don't know because I can't even begin to describe how I felt.
Was she eavesdropping on our conversation? How did she hear what I said? Who is this girl in the first place? Why does she have so much guts? Who gave her the right to question me like this? Am I the mother or is she?
In my heart of hearts I just said a prayer, "Jesus, please take the wheel!" Let me not go and slap somebody's child now and they will say it is child abuse.
So I told my MUM that it was wrong to listen in on other people's conversation especially when they are older than you.
I also had to swallow my pride and say, "I was actually engrossed in the discussion I was having with your Aunt when the word escaped my mouth. I didn't mean to use that word in a derogatory way. I hope you understand."
Presh said, "I am sorry but I was not eavesdropping. I just happened to have heard you say it while passing. I was quite disappointed to hear that from you."
You people should look at me very well, have I ever used the f-word before? Please, say the truth and let the devil be ashamed. That's how I started begging my MUM for forgiveness and promised her that I will be a good girl henceforth.
The last thing she said to me was, "It's okay. I have heard you but don't do that next time. If it was Samuel that heard it, you know it won't be nice."
I was still speechless and recovering from my scolding when Madam said, "You can go but just know that I'll be watching you!"
People of God, have you ever been in this type of awkward situation? Now you understand why I said I don't know how I feel. I am officially handing over my motherhood rights to Aunty Presh because I cannot can. They did not explain this aspect of being a 'mother to a digital native' to me very well. Or maybe I was not in school the day this topic was treated.
Tell me sincerely, what would your response be if you were in my shoes? Let me know in the comment section.
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© Onyinye Udeh