TO MY UNBORN CHILD.

I have pondered for years as to how much of a good mother I will be. Will  I be disciplined,stern and playful all at the same time? 
Training up a child is no easy task as I remember my mum bringing me up.She striked me then as mean especially when I got beaten because of the dishes I dint do and errands I dodged.Other times she seemed sweet,caring and highly religious.As a child,when I attended functions with my mother,I remember her communicating to us through her eyes.Failure to read in between the lines while she stared  straight at mine spelt DOOM! A lot of drama awaited me at home.
My mum;beautiful in every way,selfless in her dealings and a strong believer was so dedicated to bringing us(her children)in the way of the lord that we attended almost every church function.Fasted and prayed at the age of ten.At some point,fasting had become a part of me and my spiritual life was unshakable.The songs that filled my mouth then could make visitors give their lives to Christ as they were  touching and spirit lifting.I,at some point would sing these songs and out of the clear blue start weeping uncontrollably.


The only T.V programmes we were allowed to watch then were Vegetales,Bible Man,Super Book cartoons and  read books like The Book of my Bible Stories,Doughnut Man,Zeal.e.t.c.
I was sold out to Christ at such a young age and it was the same for my siblings as we all embraced God at a very early stage in our lives.However,as we began to grow and as Boss lady (as we love to call her)decided to cut us some slack and hands-off a little to let us  live our lives.My life is still solid in Christ as a result of the foundation and upbringing instilled in me.
Even though our relationship has experienced a Topsy-turvy she still chips in one or two things when she feels the need to. The spiritual height  I have attained today was fueled by her decision to always drum it into our ears "spear the rod , spoil the child and I, Olubunmi will do no such thing"
How can  I forget my sister and I's insistence in joining the children's choir then and my choir masters who kept insisting that we sowed choir uniforms.Thank God!for his provision now.Then,we were just managing and purchasing all those uniforms seemed like a near impossible feat as I remember how my mum got hold of one of my dads black pair of bogus trousers ,cut it with scissors ,measured our skirt length  waist size and sowed a skirt each from those trousers.My sis and I wore them with joy lit on our faces and pride on my mothers.We couldn't careless if  it was long,too short or not a designer.We just wore it with love and gratitude like Joseph must have done when his dad presented him with his coat of many colours.Unlike Joseph's,ours was a skirt with one colour...

Should I also recount the memories of how Boss lady would follow me around when I had to attend functions.She would go searching for my costumes,rehearse with me over and over again as much as help me get ready when necessary for better time management.She never got tired of going out with me,making sure I lived a pretty normal life,embellished with fun and little adventure here - and- there. My growing up years have left  memories that I will always cherish because of the jocose state it puts me in.
While I'm eternally grateful to her for the woman I have become today and elated that I've been blessed not to have had childhood tragedies because of the presence of my parents.I ask myself if I would ever be like Boss lady herself,if my unborn child will sit down and write about me as I'm doing right now.If my unborn child will look at me in awe as I do my mother..
With all these thoughts raging in my mind,Here's a little piece I've put together specially for you.

Dear Unborn Child,
Cant wait to have you in my arms
Feel your warmth,innocence and softness
I want to hold you to my chest
Rock you gently as you sleep in a world
full of Laughter,joy and fairytale
I want to kiss you on your forehead
hold your hands as I recite the lords prayer
Watch you as you take your first step
Like a proud mother
Sing to you and tell you stories
of loves bitter-sweet tale.
Usher Godly songs and movies
into your consciousness
Bathe you and laugh as you splash
water on me
I want to love you
more than love itself
And have cupid jealous of us
Scold you and pray that you understand
Look at you and see a more beautiful
and perfect picture of myself
Want to declare to the world
That Oluwa has indeed PamilerinAyo
While I anticipate and await for that perfect
Time,my imagination runs wild!
I await you!
Can't wait to hear you call me mama
With God on my side,I pray to train you
better than my mama.


                           Signed.

                          Your Future Mother..