Parents

Videos and photos of young people crying in the theater after watching the hindi movie 'Sayyaraa' are widely seen on social media. After watching all this, many young people must have seen themselves in the hero 'Krrish' of hindi film, while many young women must have seen their reflection in the heroine 'Vani' of hindi film and that is why they are crying in public without any hesitation. 

Even if they cry, we do not mind their life and their feelings, but it is certain that we get so emotional remembering a character who came into our life a short time ago, then why do we never cry in public remembering our beloved or beloved who loved us even before we came into this world?

Parents are our lovers who love us even before we come into this world.  Yes, I accept and understand that there is a huge difference between a lover and a parent and the love between the two cannot be compared, but my question is that why can't we remember the care of our mother like we remember the love of our beloved?

When a child comes home late at night, the parents' BP increases. This is not just worry, it is love for their child.

Even though they cannot afford it financially, they take out loans to educate their child. This is not just duty, it is love for their child.

Even if their relatives refuse, they still send them to a big city or abroad for higher studies. This is not just trust, it is love for their child.

After losing a big amount in gambling, they sell their land that is more precious than their own life to get you out. This is not just responsibility, it is love for their child.

Accepting a normal life, they arrange good clothes and a mobile phone for you. If this is not love, what else is it? 

Even if you don't eat or say anything when you are angry, he may eat, but only he knows how much pain he must be in when he swallows the lump!

After you get angry, he often cries without tears. If not love for his child, what else?

Parents don't know how to show love, they only know how to love without expressing it, which we don't understand. They don't give chocolates, flowers, gifts, hugs, but they will give their entire life for their child. Even if parents get angry or cry, there is "I LOVE YOU" in it, but we don't hear it. They love selflessly, that's why they get angry and cry.

 We remember the dedication of our beloved or beloved who takes care of us, then why don't we remember the dedication of the mother who has woken up early in the morning for years and prepared our lunch box, sold or pawned her jewelry for our career, and helped us in every difficulty without us even knowing it?

Remember the love and dedication of your lover and cry with all your heart, but sometimes cry remembering the love and dedication of your parents too.

MOP Madam

They called me 'Mop Madam.' The kids called me 'Aunty Toilet.' For 12 yrs, i worked as a cleaner in one of the biggest schools in Port Harcourt. i scrubbed toilets, carried buckets, wiped mud off floors & mopped up vomit from overfed children. Every morning, i tied my wrapper, packed my supplies & walked my little boy Joel to the school. He was quiet, always carrying a second-hand backpack that i stitched every 2 weeks. No one knew he was my son. They thought he was just another scholarship kid. They didn’t ask who brought him or where he came from. That was exactly how i wanted it. B'coz i had a secret i’d buried deep. One that could destroy everything.

When i got the job, the school principal Madam Ronke gave me one instruction. “Keep the school clean. And keep your personal life outside this compound.” i nodded. i needed the job. My husband had abandoned us after Joel was born. Said he wasn’t man enough to raise a child with a hole in his heart. Joel had been born with a congenital heart defect. i begged. Cried. Prayed. But the man left. Took the television and the gas cylinder. We lived in a _'face-me-i-face-you.'_ No bed, just mats. So when i heard about a cleaner job at Evergreen Academy with a possible scholarship for a dependent, i wore my best dress & begged on my knees. They gave me the job. Gave Joel the scholarship. But the deal was clear. “You are the cleaner. Not his mother. Not here.” i agreed. And i kept that vow for twelve years.

Joel grew into a fine boy. He was sharp. Always first or second in class. Teachers loved him. He never told anyone i was his mother. When people asked, he’d say, “i live with my aunty.” We laughed about it at night while eating our garri and groundnut. Then one day, during assembly, Joel collapsed. Blood poured from his nose. His lips turned blue. They rushed him to the hospital. The doctor came out shaking his head. “His heart is failing,” he said. “He needs surgery. Fast.” Cost: ₦5.4 million. i collapsed on the floor. How do you explain to a principal that the boy in the emergency room is your child?

That evening, i waited in the staff toilet. i cleaned the mirrors with shaking hands. Then i called Madam Ronke. She came in with her usual perfume and cold smile. i knelt. “i lied to you,” i said. “Joel is not my nephew. He’s my son. Please. i didn’t mean to deceive you.” She stared at me for a full minute. “You used this school,” she whispered. “No,” i begged. “i was just trying to give him a future.” She walked out.* *Next morning, i was fired. And Joel’s scholarship was revoked.

i sold everything. Mats. Pots. Even the electric iron someone gifted us for Christmas. But it wasn’t enough. Joel lay in bed at General Hospital coughing blood, smiling weakly. *“Mummy,” he whispered, “if i don’t wake up, don’t cry. Just keep scrubbing. Maybe God will hear your mop.” i cried so hard i almost vomited. But something happened the next morning.

A nurse had recorded Joel reciting poetry for the children’s ward. She posted it online with the caption: “This boy is fighting to live. And this is how he’s blessing others.” In the video, Joel said, My mummy wears gloves and cleans poop… but i’ve never seen dirt on her heart.” The video went viral. People began to ask: “Who is this boy? Who is his mother?” When they found out i had worked at Evergreen Academy for 12 yrs, Facebook exploded. “They fired her for being a mother?” “Let’s pay for that surgery!” “This is why cleaners are angels in disguise!” In five days, a GoFundMe campaign raised ₦7.2 million. *Enough for the surgery. Enough to buy hope.

The operation lasted five hours. The surgeon walked out, removed his cap, and said, “The boy made it. And he asked me to tell you something.” i held my breath. He smiled. “He said, ‘Tell Mummy she can wear lipstick again. i want her to look like joy.’” i fainted from happiness.

One week after Joel came home, Madam Ronke called. She asked to see me. i went, hesitant. She was crying. “i judged you. i forgot what this job is really about. You reminded me.” She offered me back my job. i refused. Joel had started writing a book titled “Raised by a Mop.” And a publishing house had picked interest. We didn’t need pity anymore. We had a purpose.

Two years later, Joel graduated as the best student of Evergreen Academy. He gave a speech that made everyone cry. He said, “My  mother  cleaned  this  school’s  floors.  But  she’s  the  reason  i  walk  on  stages  now.  i  used  to  smell  like  bleach,  but  she  made  me  feel  like  roses.” When he called me up to the stage, the whole hall stood. Even Madam Ronke. Joel gave me the mic and said, “Mummy,  speak  your  truth.”  And  i  did. i told them everything. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

Today, we run the Mop & Mic Foundation giving scholarships to children of low-income workers. Cleaners. Drivers. Cooks. Security guards. Joel is now in university. i now wear lipstick. And i still mop sometimes, but only in my own house, while humming joy.

People often ask, “How did you survive 12 yrs hiding your motherhood?” i tell them, “Because  love  makes  you  wear  silence  like  perfume.” i  wasn’t  just  a  cleaner.  i  was  a  guardian.  A  warrior  in  rubber  gloves.  And  the  boy  i  once  smuggled  into  a  scholarship  is  now  building  scholarships  for  others.

So the next time you see a woman scrubbing floors, remember. 🪷 She might be raising the next leader of the world.

Posted as received, if not true take it as a motivation.