Monday, November 15, 2010

Losing myself..

The other night I was up at 3 AM, bonding with my son. That's what I do when the insomnia kicks in. I talk to him & I relish in being the only one who he knows yet. I thought about married life. Do I really want it. I mean, ofcourse I do, but I also want to hang on to being my parents' daughter. Memories came flooding in, time really does fly. Just the other day I was 7 years old, sitting on my dad's lap. Now I'm 7 months pregnant with my first son! How did that happen? Actually when is the question. Anyway, I sat there and wept at losing my childhood. here is a short list of some of the things I will miss about living under my parents' home.

*Coming home to mum after a long day of school and later work.
*Watching mum wear her make up (To me, you are and will always be the most beautiful woman on earth mum)
*When dad came from his trips and brought us (read, me :-) goodies. (That was fun!)
*The cosiness and comfort of home. The smell of chapos, 4 O'clock tea, good food
*Gossiping with mum.


  1. I love this Nduta...This is real. Its about your fears and the fact that they are part of life so we need not keep running away from them or brushing them under the carpet..If you did not have those little fears, it would be abnormal...Truth reigns once again..

    I love that you sat up at 3am, and wept at loosing your childhood.. and the most interesting thing is,Temo was right there to be the joy that's worth leaving the old life and getting inot this new life!..

    I cannot wait to see him..:-)