OF MOTHERS AND SONS

To say that I look forward to coming home is an understatement.
After a hectic day at work coupled with the traffic, I am always eager to get to the comfort of my house, and this Friday was no an exception.
Its not like I do not enjoy my work, the job is getting monotonous and quite predictable, hence my excitement at home coming.
My house is never short of activities, from my seven months old cute baby boy who is learning and exploring his world and new found skills to my six years old “big brother’ who is ever inquisitive, it is a guaranteed circus.
This fateful Friday I came in with the hope of catching a nice movie on cable with a cold can of Coke, how wrong was I.
I met my older son wearing my bra and pacifying his little brother while playing mummy with an empty bottle, the scene was so droll yet sweet. .
“what is going on here? I queried asking nobody in particular. My baby giggled with so much excitement when he heard my voice, he was waving his little hands at me suggesting that I should carry him.
‘Mummy, I was feeding *dazzle*, he was crying and *maa-ma* was in the bathroom, so I took care of him, aren’t you proud of me? He said excitedly. “Proud of you” I wondered silently, am I?
“Of course I am so proud of you; you have proved to be very resourceful, independent and caring”, I replied as I took his brother from him.
I was still playing catch up with him when I realized that my older son was pulling at my dress, “I said, what is the meaning of resourceful”.
I answered him hastily to avoid further interrogations, “mummy, am I really independent like Nigeria” he further asked.
You are more independent than “baby naija”, I muttered under my breath.
“Baby naija”, mummy why do you say naija is a baby, naija is old, naija is 50 now”
“Questions over dear, please can I have a glass of water”
I was relieved to see him run to get the water, at least it’s a guarantee that the questions will stop, but for how long I cannot say.
We continued our series of questions and answers till lights out, yours truly forgetting her tiredness and thirst for a cold Coke.
Kids…will always be kids, my kids, an antidote for boredom and lethargy.


*dazzle: nickname for my little baby
*maa-ma: nickname for their nanny