My Mum And My Dad Relationship. #memoirmonday

When I woke up to the realization of life, I found myself with a mother I love so dearly. I love her and she loved me too. My daddy was a farmer who spent most of his time in the farms. I wàs usually quiet and calm. My dad was not troublesome anywhere. He was gentle and simple. My mum was a caring mother. She does nothing but gather what was available and use them to prepare what would be food for the family.

The relationship between these parents of mine was that of a good village family. I have heard of husbands beating their wives but I have never experienced that in my family. My father was a respectable man. He gave money to my mother every day to go to the market and buy food. When going to the farm, my father will always bring home what is meant to be consumed in the family.

My mother on the other hand was a good wife and a good mother. She played her part in making the home good. She respected my father and showed him that cultural sense of respect and honour which women usually showed to their husbands. Early in the morning, when my mother woke up, she will go and kneel before my father and greet him according to the traditional Yoruba tribe way of greeting.

In attempting to describe the relationship between my parents according to the #memoirmonday prompt from @ericvancewalton, I would say that my parents had a good relationship in which they expressed their love and respect for each other. The link to the #memoirmonday initiative is here