I am introspective. I take time to reflect on my actions and I learn from them. I tend to think back on how I handled situations and filter them. It’s not fun learning that I handled things badly but it’s always good to learn something new.
Of course, there are days when I’m on my best behaviour and still, there is always something to learn. The process is never ending and I keep trying to figure out what I could have done better.
I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. Mental and emotional. Things aren’t going so great for me and I have a very good way of hiding my emotions. I come across as insensitive and offensive because I may not react the way people expect me to. I don’t know how to put up an act. If I don’t like you or something you do, you’ll immediately know it.
I don’t bother with explanations either. Take it how you please, or don’t. None of my business. Where I’m getting at is, this attitude of mine is a strength. In fact, it’s one of my strongest traits, yet it is also a weak part of me. The truth is, I and my mom share this trait and why we barely have any friends. We call bullshit when we see it and most people can’t take it.
This, however, is a double edged sword because mom and I tend to bicker too and that’s when it becomes survival of the fittest. One thing my mom has done for me is give me freedom. She allowed me make choices and she lets me speak my mind.
Many people in Nigeria believe that letting a child say what’s on their mind inevitably leads to disrespect but that’s not how it has played out with us. I love and respect my mom. I honour her. And she allows me air my views and not try to shut me up with the “I am your mother” notion and have me swallow my words. Why? She understands I’m human and I need to be heard. She doesn’t shoot down my opinions like I have watched many parents do with their kids. She genuinely listens to me.
However, being that we are both strong willed people, we tend to be very blunt too and our words can hurt. I and my mom have disagreements and I always remain on my best behaviour because she is my mom. But we are so strong willed and passionate that sometimes we let the fire blaze everything down before we realise it.
And this is also why she and I are the closest. After God, is my Mom. And it will forever remain that way. If there is someone I would die for, it is she. That woman has my back like no other.
In a nutshell, a trait that I and my mom share (because she’s the only family I recognize before my close cousins) is our Will. We are both stubborn. Very stubborn and strong headed. We are passionate and very tenacious. This means we don’t bow even if it costs us something.
