Most women go to the deep end to provide for their children,
She makes the kind of sacrifices that puts her near death’s door,
the sacrifices that makes her to be the shun of the society.
She puts embarrassment aside and digs with her hands to find food beneath the soil,
she puts asides social class and adorns on overalls to join the men digging trenches,
She walks along the road in the darkest of the night, a heel slicing the back of her foot, toes on fire , sacrificing her body -ugly names thrown at her but she is just thinking of her kids.
She cares less about the hullabaloos outside because when the sunsets or rises she is the one who goes back to witness the pain of her kids , hears the grumbling of their stomachs, sees the dryness of their lips and wipes the tears off their faces.
Her children’s pain cuts deep inside her belly, a truly disabling pain, It’s unbearable.
She will tell you “if anything, death will find me feeding my kids, taking them to school and making sure they are clothed and have shelter under their heads.”
Mothers, I know you are doing your best. I surely know I am doing my best.
Affirm to yourself that you are doing your best.
Tell any mother you meet “ I know you are doing your best.”
Let this reach far.
Much love ❤️
Kelly
Life Ls 