Today was supposed to be one of those days where I entertained my little cousins with temple run, reminisced on senior year through random photos on my phone and tried to imagine that the church fan in my hand was an air conditioner. Today was one of those days – well until it wasn’t anymore.
By mid morning it was just my mom and me sitting in the living room… suprisingly with no electricity! As we kept jumping from room to room always trying to find the coolest spot, we found ourselves in a soothing discussion of remembering and wondering. I wondered, she remembered. In recent days I was wondering what was it about my mother that made her the first of our family to cross the Atlantic. While not miserable, I wondered what my life would be like if I were a Nigerian native? The more I wondered the more grateful I became to this woman for having the courage to do something I’m not sure I could do.
I’ve always enjoyed the mini history lessons my mom has given me, but for some reason her stories hit home for me today. I think it’s the setting. Seeing where she came from and where she is now in life is truly remarkable. From deaths and setbacks to moving back to Nigeria for a year with my sisters to having a will to always work and provide for her girls, I’m eternally grateful for my mom’s strength as I know it wasn’t easy.
To put the icing on the cake of a rather enlightening day, I got to randomly speak with folks from home and it made my daaaay!! I never knew how hearing another person’s voice could affect a person, but hearing from the closest amigos and cousins gave me a much needed boost on this dreadfully warm summer’s eve. I’m not sure they’ll be as thrilled about the call as I am after receiving their cell phone bill, but in my eyes it was well worth it! 🙂