A Mother's Prayer

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. – Maya Angelou

Life never goes as planned and sometimes the things we hope for takes time, sometimes they come unexpectedly or even faster than we imagined. There is this famous saying that "time waits for no man" and its funny how a simple little clock on the wall makes everything seem either too short or too long.

Well my mother's dream was to have a child after she got married, a child of her own, born out of her but to her that only became a dream when she kept trying and trying and nothing seemed to work. In a conversation with her one day she told me that she gave up hope, she didn't feel like a woman because back then having a child after a few years of marriage was a big deal. No one would want to be called "the barren woman."

My aunt was in an abusive marriage and got pregnant with my cousin, she wanted her child to be safe and the best person she thought of was my mum. She gave the child to my mother to raise and my parents adopted her. (Now I have the best big sister in the whole world.) Although my mum got a child and was happy for being chosen she said she always wanted to know what it was like to have one of her own. She prayed, she fasted, she "begged" God, pleaded with him and she believed.

God did answer her prayer not sure how long after but I came eventually. I came and caused a lot of "trouble" as she often reminds me. The pregnancy was not easy, she missed countless falls, was put on bed rest and so many more. With all this going on, little me decided to show up a little early to join in on the fun but while wanting to do so I almost killed her during birth. My dad told me that he thought for a moment he would have to raise me on his own because my mum was not responsive for some time but she pulled through. According to my mother I gave her the best scar ever and the rest was history. (Weird!) My early birth have caused me a few complications here and there but I have come a long way and for that I am thankful.

In all this she has seen God work over and over in my life and in hers. She made sure that I went to church and devoted my life to Christ and to service. She named me Sergeline which means Little one and also the female junior to my dad and that's how the nickname SJ came about meaning Serge Junior.

My family is everything to me, my older sister is my confidant and I am just so grateful that she was my mother's peace while she waited for me. My mother is a prayer warrior and a God fearing woman and through her I've learnt so many things and to trust God even through the most difficult times. My dad is a soldier, he didn't leave when he had the chance to and stayed throughout the tears, the joy and the pain.

I believe that I have a purpose and that God sent me here for a reason and although I am still discovering my path, I believe I will fulfill my destiny. I know for a fact that if God blesses me with a child I will be the best mother I can be and follow in my mother's footsteps. One of my biggest dreams is to adopt a child in need and give them the best life possible.

Never let the odds keep you from doing what you know in your heart you were meant to do, the struggle is part of the story.

Love SJ.

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PS. My mum did have two more children that I consider the world's annoying little brothers.

Thank You for reading! Sorry for the late post but my mum had work and she read it later than expected. Seeing that I wanted her to read this blog first I had to wait before posting it.