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The Motherhood Fairy

Today as I walked to work I was musing about my skinny arms and how they rightly describe my physical strength. It got me to wondering how I will ever manage motherhood with such feeble arms. Even holding infants tires me after a while. I have this theory that motherhood equips you with super powers. The moment you push that baby out, there is a glowing light that only you can see and the motherhood fairy blasts you with her wand, making you invincible.

From then on, you acquire super human physical strength. Your baggage:body weight ratio can now exceed an ant's. Physical ailments can't hold you down any more. You lose all sense of gullibility and can suddenly see through all the BS. Suddenly you have an ability to see the best in this one human being no matter what the rest of the world sees.

The basis of this theory is my mother. She is the strongest person I know, both physically and emotionally. My mum can lift a 90 kg bag of maize flour that would leave many young men panting. She can work all day tirelessly, only taking time off for a cup of tea now and then. She has heard every smart-ass lie my siblings and I could ever conjure and seen through them all. She stubbornly gets her way with everyone. There's no point in getting mad and refusing to talk to her because she has this amazing ability to carry on and not notice your tantrum.

I look at her and know that it will take no less than a magical, wand waving fairy to change me into anything close to her by the time I have my own children. Fortunately, if said fairy doesn't exist, I have mum to teach me. Hopefully, 5, 10 years from now I'll look in the mirror and see half the woman she is.

In the mean time, my super powers go as far as my ability to do my own box braids. I have had them on for two weeks now and surprisingly, people love them!

This goes to Mummy dearest, who is currently going against every thing I asked and making my graduation party next week into a regional event! How did my guest list of 20 get here?

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