Before you drag me, let me say it with my full chest...
Eyo Jedidiah Precious@preciouseyo450605
15 days ago
Before you drag me, let me say it with my full chest...
If there is one aspect of marriage I truly want to live out and build on,
it would be preparing meals for my husband — especially those early morning meals before he leaves for work.
Not because “it’s a woman’s duty to run the edible affairs,”
but because I watched my mum do it again and again — not just for Dad, but for us.
I watched the glow on her face whenever we said a simple “thank you.”
And if appreciation is a subject, Dad is the lecturer-in-chief.
He appreciates and hype her meals so loudly that the singles around would say,
“Una too do o.”
I can literally count the few times I ever woke up early to prepare my own meal as a secondary school student.
She would always ask the day before or early that morning:
“Should I prepare this for you?
What will you eat?”
My lunch box was always ready. Always.
Even on days when she was sick, she still did it,
and not because Dad required her to, but because love made her consistent.
Down to my last WAEC and NECO exams, she still packaged food in my special flask.
Oh yes — I carried cooked food to school from Nursery class till my very last day in Secondary school.
She did the same for Dad.
Days she knew work would keep him out late, she would calculate how much a plate of food might cost in her head,
and before you say “knîfe,” she was already in the kitchen.
A magician.
A nurturer.
And the most beautiful part?
Days she knew he would use the car, she packed the food neatly in a cooler.
During my National Diploma program, Mum would package snacks and meals and send someone to deliver them to school, almost weekly.
Yes, even though I stayed in the hostel.
And anytime I came home for a a day break or two she would prepare something for me to take back.
She still does it now.
Sometimes she calls me and says,
“Which of your foodstuff do you need?”
Funny enough, it’s the crayfish I’m always running out of. 🤣
And then there are the moments she sings:
“My husband this…
My husband that…
If you don’t like it, wait for your turn — he’s my husband.”
Well, she knows we’re all sharing her husband until God blesses us with ours. 😏😆
Even on Facebook, she is my biggest fan —
fully invested in what I do.
She reads every post, watches every video from beginning to end,
but not without saying:
“Baby send me data.
These your videos are finishing my data.
Notifications of your posts will just be pumping in like credit alert.
Baby it’s your video that is finishing my data o.”
🤣🤣
She wants compensation for being a supportive mother. 🤣
Moments like this make me pause,
pick out a fraction of the countless things she does for us and for the body of Christ,
and I feel so grateful she is ours.
She tries to act tough,
but she is the softest soul I know.
And she consistently teaches this Gen Z (me) that marriage can have its hurdles
and still be so beautiful that it outweighs the hurdles, and silences naysayers.
Today is not her birthday,
but it’s never too early — or too much — to celebrate her.
Ehen…
Who again said beautiful marriages don’t exist?
Who said it?
😏😏😒
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