Yuyu & Tutu

“Pride and Joy.”

Yuyu received this new toy and immediately shouted,’Tutu!’ I couldn’t believe it. Every time I get him a gift, I always try to find a name for it before giving it to him. As for this one, I was ready to introduce him as Mr. Truck. Thank God the boy already had a name for his new found friend. He’s such a sharp boy with an active imagination. Meet Yuyu and Tutu!

I could never ask for anyone more precious than Yuyu. Ever since I got him, he has brought so much joy to my life and others’ lives too. Yuyu is a smiling machine, a joy bringer, a go getter, a miracle baby and most of all, a love child. He gives me a reason to rise up and keep searching for daily bread every morning when he wakes up and says, ‘Mommy, tatabix (weetabix), and ensures I have a good night sleep every night when he gives me a peck on my lips while saying, ‘nanyt‘.

We have fought various wars together, the first being nausea right after conception. This was followed by kicks and blows in my tummy every time he would hear drums being played in the office, and a massaging feeling when I would take a swim. Right after birth, we went through hell! Yuyu had a problem pulling out mummy juice since he was pretty tiny, despite the fact that I had milk; so much that I earned myself the name friesian cow. We emerged victorious all the same. Here he is now. My Pride & Joy. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

A mother’s love for her son is pure and special.
It can not be broken or reckon with.
It’s a kind of love that softens even the hardest of hearts.
Love between mother and son is strong and visible from the sea.
It brings peace of mind and drys sad tears.
It can bring a man to his knees and make him weep.
A mother’s love for her son is not hidden or shy,
but is ever lasting that grows stronger each day.

Author: Valerie Dupont

I am so grateful to God for this chance He has given to me to love on this boy. He has equipped me with all that I need to achieve this task. He has assured me that He knows the plans He has for both of us and since the expected end is known, I’m always eager to know what lies ahead of us.
The journey is sweet though I must admit that there are rough terrains. Every tear that has fallen due to Yuyu is so worth it. Every sweat that has trickled down my brow and smudged my makeup cannot be regretted.
Yuyu you shall live up to your name: Yuken (meaning brave, courageous and healthy).  That is why your middle name is Shujaa – a hero. You are just the first of many to come. For now, it’s my pleasure to know you. I LOVE YOU!

Yuyu & I

Oh, Baby Boy, My Joy, My Joy!
How blessed I am to have you Baby Boy!

Author: Beverly F. Walker

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Yuyu and Tutu

 

This is a day I will remember…..even in eternity. (Oops! There’s neither space nor time in this dispensation). Anyway, it is the best day of my life in many ways. First and foremost, this is the day my loving mom and dad held me in their arms for the very first time. What a joy it must have been; to behold their second daughter. Finally a playmate for their naughty first (who happens to be not only a sister and a friend, but also my maid of honor). Due to lack of memory for this particular day, for obvious biological reasons, my description ends here.

This is the day I said ‘I Do’, twenty seven years later. I must admit that there was some sort of happiness. Could it have been due to this being the beginning of a new journey, thus anticipation of a better tomorrow (not to mean that the yester was a bummer…. single-hood was a ball!). Or maybe just as the Bible says, ‘Two are better than one’, that was reason enough to celebrate. Well, I didn’t get a chance to dance kanungo with all my relatives and friends (story for another day), but all in all, it was a success. Thanks be to God for such a chance. Many have but dreamt to have that ring in their finger, others have even gone ahead and worn meaningless ones for one reason or the other…. nothing against rings in general, but for this particular one on my finger……story for another day.

This is the day my one and only baby boy, Yuyu, took his first spoon of food after exclusively breastfeeding for six months. Many thanks to the moms on ‘Breastfeeding Support For Kenyan Moms’ as well as those on ‘My Newborn And Beyond’ as we prodded together towards the silver award mark. If ever there was something in life I am proud of, it is the selflessness lessons that I received during this period, when you have this little thing that’s totally dependent on you. Now you understand my relief when finally the weaning process began. Greater things have followed.

This is the day I finally held the keys to a car I called my own, exactly three years after getting hitched. All the jaluo in me came out. Lights, camera, action! My family and friends were informed of it seconds after I received it (or was it seconds before? Hahaha). Indeed I turned thirty in style, or so I thought. I felt loved, blessed, thought of, to mention the least. Just like the ring, this car is also a story for another day.

This is today! A day of new beginnings; a day of celebration; a day of remembrance; another year added to my life; a day of clarity regarding my pending issue. Yes! A day of confirming my existence as well as negating some decisions made in the past. Thank God it is a day that He has made, for us to rejoice and be glad. Mom I return to you: to thank you, to celebrate with you, to laugh/cry with you, to be your baby again. Happy Birthday Anne Obure!
Oh! It just got better! Mom says she had just turned twenty four when she had me…. wow! The doing of our Lord!

September The 24th

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Serenity.”

 

Things around me can really get messy. Everything seems out of place. No one seems to understand. Those who do may have given me remedies that seem to increase the cracks on the glass. The whole picture has ended up looking like a colorful collage.

Though spectators may sympathise with me based on what they see, the best part is the peace I have inside…..unbelievable. I look at the cracks and pity myself at times. Though when I look at the complete picture from a different angle, I am amazed at the beauty it has created.

The best part of it all is knowing that I’m the only one who can see what lies behind the broken glass – Serenity!

Blogging U.

Hidden Serenity

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Shadowed.”
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Light comes in to illuminate. In effect, He brings out some areas and overshadows others. The product is overwhelming. He majors on your best side and conceals others, forming a silhouette. It also depends on which side you have permitted Light to illuminate.

Most of the time you are only willing to give Him your good side, allowing all your contours to be highlighted. Other times He catches you unawares and shadows your whole being. These are the most natural times. When you are under the shadow of Light’s wings. His rays play around with your being, creating supernatural images that are appealing to the world. The beauty of being shadowed is the cool effect one enjoys. There is peace and tranquility whilst in the shadow.

Anna

Silhouette

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Warmth.”

.     The only warmth you can rely on is inbuilt. External factors could be beyond us. Amidst the freezing snow cupped landscapes, baby and mama enjoy each other's company. Their bodies have been wired in a way that the cold cannot affect them. In the same breath, be the one to determine your success. Let your warmth come from the inside out!
The only warmth you can rely on is inbuilt. External factors could be beyond us. Amidst the freezing snow cupped landscapes, baby and mama enjoy each other’s company. Their bodies have been wired in a way that the cold cannot affect them. In the same breath, be the one to determine your success. Let your warmth come from the inside out!

Inside Out