Mum
I figured since I am going through writing about the various people in my life, the best person to begin with would be my mum, Anne Caroline Anam. Frankly, I will admit with much shame that I have no idea how old she is right now. She may be in her mid forties, I think. But she looks like she is in her late thirties.
My mum is a pretty strong woman. She was a runner in her younger days, guess I picked that from her, though I don't run much anymore. She is pretty, she must have been really pretty when she was younge too. Must have attracted lots of men, I believe, I hope she still attracts some. She is pretty strict though, which parent isn't? Once in a while she pisses me off like crazy. Sometime in the end I see that she was right and whatever she was doing was for my own good, sometime she isn't right and she doesn't aknowledge that either. But then, I guess that's how parents are.
My mum and I aren't close. We have never been. She was pretty sick after she gave birth to me and was really around me. I was brought up by a nanny. After that, I think the fact that I moved from boarding school to holidays at the coast with my dad sort of made the distance between us wider. Initially, I didn't understand it. Infact, I totally didn't like my mom then. My dad was more the fun guy. He bought you stuff, gave you heaps of money, spoiled us like shit....while mum was the strict one, most of the time. But right now, seeing how spoilt I was getting, I think I prefer my mom's way of thinking.
Now, all grown up and thinking more rationally, I look at my mum and I am amazed. I look at all she has gone through, I look at her now and sometimes I ask myself, is that really my mom. Once upon a time all she was was the wife of a rich accountant living in the countryside. But now, now she is Anne Anam. A woman doing great things and making her name for herself. Right now, she identifies herself. And I am proud of that.
The other day I was with her when she came into the city. She was preparing to go for some trip to Mozambique. She had been invited, specifically to go talk to people about a couple of projects she was handling around here. She even showed me the letter. A letter all the way from Rome, asking for my mother, what else can a daughter want for her mother? She had another letter, also from Rome, asking her to apply for some award that she may get nominated for. Teacher of the year Africa. That is what she needed my help with, probably the only reason she dragged me along. I looked at her and asked,
"Were you ever going to tell us? About all this?"
She was silent for a while, then she said, she doesn't even see it to be a big deal. She is just helping out a couple of people, and living a life she never knew she had. I looked at her then and said, I am proud of you. And I meant it.
My mum, she is a hero. She is going places, and we are not talking just physically here. She is changing lives along the way as she goes, and at the same time, she changes me.
There are different types of people in this world, the one's that sees the problems and tries to fix them, thats my mom. She may never get an award in public.....but inside me, she is a Diva
Lots of love Ma, if you ever read this!
My mum is a pretty strong woman. She was a runner in her younger days, guess I picked that from her, though I don't run much anymore. She is pretty, she must have been really pretty when she was younge too. Must have attracted lots of men, I believe, I hope she still attracts some. She is pretty strict though, which parent isn't? Once in a while she pisses me off like crazy. Sometime in the end I see that she was right and whatever she was doing was for my own good, sometime she isn't right and she doesn't aknowledge that either. But then, I guess that's how parents are.
My mum and I aren't close. We have never been. She was pretty sick after she gave birth to me and was really around me. I was brought up by a nanny. After that, I think the fact that I moved from boarding school to holidays at the coast with my dad sort of made the distance between us wider. Initially, I didn't understand it. Infact, I totally didn't like my mom then. My dad was more the fun guy. He bought you stuff, gave you heaps of money, spoiled us like shit....while mum was the strict one, most of the time. But right now, seeing how spoilt I was getting, I think I prefer my mom's way of thinking.
Now, all grown up and thinking more rationally, I look at my mum and I am amazed. I look at all she has gone through, I look at her now and sometimes I ask myself, is that really my mom. Once upon a time all she was was the wife of a rich accountant living in the countryside. But now, now she is Anne Anam. A woman doing great things and making her name for herself. Right now, she identifies herself. And I am proud of that.
The other day I was with her when she came into the city. She was preparing to go for some trip to Mozambique. She had been invited, specifically to go talk to people about a couple of projects she was handling around here. She even showed me the letter. A letter all the way from Rome, asking for my mother, what else can a daughter want for her mother? She had another letter, also from Rome, asking her to apply for some award that she may get nominated for. Teacher of the year Africa. That is what she needed my help with, probably the only reason she dragged me along. I looked at her and asked,
"Were you ever going to tell us? About all this?"
She was silent for a while, then she said, she doesn't even see it to be a big deal. She is just helping out a couple of people, and living a life she never knew she had. I looked at her then and said, I am proud of you. And I meant it.
My mum, she is a hero. She is going places, and we are not talking just physically here. She is changing lives along the way as she goes, and at the same time, she changes me.
There are different types of people in this world, the one's that sees the problems and tries to fix them, thats my mom. She may never get an award in public.....but inside me, she is a Diva
Lots of love Ma, if you ever read this!