There is a difference between motherhood and mothering.
Motherhood can be defined as the state of being a mother and having the ‘qualities’ of a mother. Mothering, on the other hand, can be defined as the nurturing and raising of a child by a mother – in the way she desires, that suits her and her child.
Mothering is not defined by any quality, or whatever set standard; the woman defines that standard for herself and her child in a healthy way that she deems fit. Motherhood is patriarchal, while mothering is liberating. Motherhood can be burdensome, while mothering can be easier, eye opening and enjoyable.
My experience with motherhood was when I was pregnant with my second child; my son was not yet 2 years old and had to keep going to school. My husband said, Jumoke let this guy stay at home. I am not always around due to work related issues, please save yourself the stress of going that far with a pregnancy and pushing a buggy all about the place. Continue reading
Postnatal depression as defined by Oxford Living Dictionary can be defined as the:
“Depression suffered by a mother following childbirth, typically arising from the combination of hormonal changes, psychological adjustment to motherhood, and fatigue”
Postnatal depression is very common amongst new moms, but due to the kind of society we are, and live in, we tend to cover up a whole lot of things by putting up a brave face.
The arrival of a new born should bring joy and happiness into a home, but sadly in most Nigerian marriages, this usually becomes the season of family duels. Continue reading
I celebrate you mom, I celebrate you from the bottom of my heart. I am awed by your heart of service. How do you do it? How do you keep it all together?
How do you manage being a wife, a mom of toddler(s) and the wife of a pastor?
Words cannot describe how much of a super mom you are for holding it all together.
What grace, what mercy, how blessed are you amongst women. Continue reading
I remember whilst growing up, mom took us to her friend son’s birthday party, he was 10 years old then, the mom was called to dance with her son, on getting to the stage she bursted into uncontrollable tears, as kids we were all embarrassed and we couldn’t fathom the reason why she had to embarrass herself, us and son that much (how funny, I wonder what was our own stake in it LOL) the son hugged her(how deep is the love between a child and a mother) and she comported herself afterwards. Continue reading