This is your mama speaking. I gaze upon your sleeping form, and I feel nothing but love towards you. My mother's fragile bones, how beautiful you are. You look so much like your daddy, and you have grown into such a handsome little boy!
Jubaki, you are almost 2 years and 2 months old, and you are so ~smart!~ Already you know some of your colors, and already you know about some of the animals in our world. You also know our names, and you know the names of your uncles back in Africa! You have blessed my life tenfold; and you are my light, my joy. Oh, my mother's fragile bones, how I wish I could be a ~BETTER~ mommy to you!
I don't see myself as worthy to have such a precious little boy in my life. Your mother is often sick, and she has dizzy spells. Her blood pressure is very low, and because of it she gets sick and dizzy; and she often has to lie down. It is ~NOT~ anything YOU have done; it is something that just sometimes happens.
Your mother also can't walk well. She was burned in a fire, and she had terrible burns on her legs, back, and buttocks. She also got a terrible sickness that nearly killed her, and today she is ~STILL RECOVERING~. This is why she uses a walker or sticks to walk, or a wheelchair; her walking is slow and difficult. Don't be mad at me if I can't chase after you; it is because I can't get around as well as you would probably like. Please understand this.
Your daddy is so proud of you, and he loves spending time with you, my son. He is a different person when he is with you. With you he is so loving, so calm, so tender. He prizes you highly, my son, and he will do ~ANYTHING~ to protect you from harm and danger.
My mother's fragile bones, you are from two worlds. One part of you is African, the other, American. Your daddy is from America; your mother is from Africa. And, at 2 years of age, you have already ~BEEN TO~ Africa. We took you because your Uncle Keserian got hurt, and he wanted to see you. You were so happy to see him, and you wanted nothing more than for him to get up out of that bed and roughhouse with you; but honey, he was badly hurt, and he needs time to recover. It is similar to what I have gone through. We may have once been sick, and we may not be well yet, but we ~ARE GETTING BETTER~. Just be patient with us, is all I ask, okay?
I hope you have a wonderful life; you have certainly enriched ours; and I thank Engai and Jesus Christ for you.
I Love You, My Baby Son~
Love And Heartfelt Joy To You,
Mama.
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The Maasai people regard children as highly as they do their cattle; children are especially valued and loved by all.
The Maasai refer to their children as "my mother's fragile bones." It is their way of showing them endearment. It is akin to a mother calling their child "Honey", "Darling", or "Sweetie" here.
great write, here, karen...it's obvious m'buti loves her child, and wishes she could be the best mommy she can be, despite her disabilities...TEN PLUS PLUS!! :) (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
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