There are many things I am uncertain of, even fearful about but the greatest of them is my fear of failing you, my child.
It is inconceivable to me to ever give up, ever give in or ever lose hope regardless of life’s endless obstacles because I know whatever becomes of me, will have a huge impact in what will become of you.
I refuse to be the one that lets you down. Ever.
You are the balm that heals me, much faster and more effective than waiting for the ministration of time.
Ever since you were a baby, nothing soothed my spirit like holding you close, breathing in the sweet scent of you and feeling the familiar flood of emotion that swept away any other feeling save for my all-consuming love for you and with it, my determination to always be strong for you.
At my strongest, I am your mother.
This is the identity in which I am all but invincible for I would kill before I let myself fail you and I will always push myself to the limits and beyond in protecting your interests.
For you, I would brave anything, endure everything, sacrifice all things and soldier on whatever comes my way.
At my strongest, I am the mother of Simphiwe… and the converse is true because at my weakest, I am the mother of Simphiwe.
You are my weakness, my vulnerability, the chink in my armor and the reason I will always be prepared, willing and able to place myself between you and harm.
I thank God for you.