Motherhood ππ. Final part π₯Ί
My family continued to live like every other normal family. Though Julius was still incommunicado. We never heard from him nor saw him.
Few months later, Eunice graduated from the university with the CGPA of 3:95. We all travelled down to Benin for her convocation. Her mom almost prostrated before my husband and I while pouring her heartfelt gratitude to us for training her daughter.
“You never for once treated her like a stranger. You gave her the life I wouldn’t have been able to give her. God bless you abundantly”. She said tearily.
“We thank God for everything. Anything we did was because God gave us the grace to do it. Everything we have was given to us by God”. I said smiling.
Few years later, Jude graduated from the school of medicine as the best graduating student with a CGPA of 4:78.
I was the happiest mother alive. It was as though I was getting compensated for all my troubles.
I watched with pride and admiration as Jude was constantly called upon to receive awards for being the best student in different courses.
Later, my joy turned to sadness. I remembered Julius. I haven’t seen him in years since my husband disowned him. I have no idea what he has been up to. I know my husband doesn’t say it but I know he was also feeling sad.
I got out of the brief moment of sadness when Jude was giving his acknowledgement speech.
“I dedicate this award to my parents for their constant love and support. They are the best beings God blessed me with. To my mother, the fiercest and strongest woman alive, I don’t know what my life would have been if I didn’t come to this world through you. To Julius my only brother and my twin, this win is for us”. Jude said.
I was in tears. I was confused as to what the tears was for. Is it a tears of joy or a tears of sorrow?
Years later, Eunice got married to a powerful man of God. My very own Eunice became a mummy G.O π. Who would have thought? I hear her pray and see the heavens open. She speaks and the universe listens to her command.
My daughter Judith was studying nursing in Unilag. I was left alone with my retired husband. I missed my children so much. The house became unusually cold and empty. I missed those days when I would shout and scream because my children wouldn’t listen π. Funny right? I never thought a day would come when I would miss screaming. These days all I do is sleep and watch TV.
One Sunday morning, I was in the kitchen when I heard a knock. My husband was in the room. I hurried to get the door.
Lo and behold, it was Julius. I grabbed in a very tight embrace. He returned the hug. I was crying and he was also crying.
“What’s going on here”. My husband asked as he approached us.
Immediately Julius saw my husband, he laid flat to the ground.
He clung unto my husband’s legs crying.
“Daddy I’m sorry. I have done things that have made me unworthy to he called your son. I was blind but now I see and lost but now I’m found. Please take me back as your son or better still your adopted child”. He pleaded
I was scared my husband would chase him away. I prepared my mind to fight my husband till he accepts him back.
Surprisingly, my husband broke into tears. He carried Julius up.
“I knew a day would come when you will return back home to where you rightfully belong. A lion can never give birth to a goat. I knew no amount of teaching would make you change but only experience could do the magic. Welcome back my son, I have been praying for this day for years”. My husband said.
It was a festival of tears. My son was looking so unkept and lean. He even looked older than his father.
We welcomed him with open arms. We got to know he has been in jail for over seven years. He came back home the day he got released. My heart was completely broken.
Surprisingly, he insisted on going back to school. He was already 33years old. His younger sister Judith was in her final year as at then but Julius insisted he wouldn’t be the only illiterate in the family.
He sat for jamb twice before he could finally scale through. He got admitted into the university to study business administration. He migrated from science to social science. Four years later, he graduated in flying colors. Delay is truly not denial.
Years Later
My husband and I sat side by side with a gigantic cake in front of us. We were asked to cut the cake at the spelling of Jesus.
“J! E! S! U! SSSS! JESUS” and boom! We cut the cake which was followed with a loud applause and thunderous cheers.
Our children are celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary for us. I am already 80yrs old while my husband is 85yrs old.
I watched my grandchildren run all over the place. Jude is married with 4 children and he own a very large hospital. Julius is married with 2 children and he is a successful business man. Eunice is blessed with 3 children and her eldest child is already in the university. My Judith is married with 3 children as well.
“Truly my marriage was indeed a blessing and my children and children’s children has surrounded my table”.
I looked at them with pride because I know I’ve paid the price of motherhood and I’m already enjoying the fruit of my labour!!
The end πππ
I am so glad to finally conclude the story.
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Yea you’re enjoying the fruit of your labour.It pays to wait.