A mother and her offspring.

Eyinju mi, my beloved.
By the time you’d be able to read and comprehend this, I must have gone through the several processes of pain and warmth of fulfillment motherhood tends to bring, or so I’ve heard.
I would have had to endure the excruciating nine months of pain only for smiles at those few times I feel you kick as though you were trying to say "You can hold out maami, I’m here for and in you, a living evidence this pain is with gain"
I would have seen my life flash before my eyes and yelled cuss words at your father for putting me in that state and while he would know it is pain borne, he’d wince and apologize even more incessantly.
And I’d have you. Out of physical strength, I’d hold you only for a moment and I’d sleep after giving you to your father and when I wake up, brimming with joy of your existence and fulfillment that I had survived through it all, I’d smile and say "Sekani. Sekani is the name" and like you have knowledge of the fact that your name means joy, you’d look up at me and give your giggle that always melted my heart and from that moment I’d strive to fulfill all of the promises I make in this moment I write this.
I’d love you unconditionally my beloved. I’d love you through and through and in the purest of ways. I’d kiss you to sleep every night and until the day you utter the words "I do not want this anymore", I’d continue to shower you with kisses.
You’d be priority to me. Your dreams, your desires and all you want. You want to sing Eyinju mi? Then sing you shall. Like a bird, you’d sing. You desire to fly? Like a butterfly I’d help you in every step that’d help you take flight.
No matter what you do, as long as I’m certain it won’t turn against you, I, your maami, would be your biggest cheerleader from the beginning of your life till the day I cease to exist. I’d always be rooting for you.
I’d do my best to ensure that you feel seen, heard and understood.
With you, I’d do my best to fight against every hurtful method of raising you that had been ingrained in me by society and I’d endeavor to be your mother without causing you any form of trauma.
I’d be your friend if you want me, but for now, I’m proposing friendship to you. An open,honest and trustworthy one that would never give you even one day of regret.
I’d cater for you. Like the mother eagle does for her little ones. Till the moment you tell me you do not desire my help, I’d never stop catering for you because you my beloved, are my offspring, to love and to care for.
I’d be your guardian angel without wings and bestow you with the sweetest gifts.
And more importantly, I do hope I’m everything you want in a mother. And I hope I’m able to do this right.
But I’ll live in the moment I’m in now and wait till we meet, my beloved.

Love,

Your mother, still young.