Updated: Dec 20, 2022
Today I have started to blog, an activity which I have put off for so long, until today.
I was on the phone with my Mum and the conversation made me quite emotional. My son kept coming in and out of the kitchen so I couldn't show much emotion in case I worry him. My son, however, easily picks up on body language so he did not go away.
To engage him, I asked him to speak to his grandma which he did but he kept hovering around the kitchen, so I reckoned he wanted my attention. "Are you hungry Son?" I asked. "No, finally" he said, throwing his hands in the air, "I just wanted to talk to you."
"Oh that is nice," I said with a smile.
If you have teenagers, you should know that they don't actually talk much so it was a beautiful privilege. I jumped at the opportunity, hanged up on my mum with a quick, "I love you mum," and a promise to call her later.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
I told him how I made grandma take in a child suffering from hydrocephalus into her home for the past month and I am now beginning to realise the impact of the girls needs on all of us and on my family in Ghana.
I explained to him that the Carer we employed for the girl, called in sick today and his cousins (my nieces) have taken on the responsibility of washing the young woman this morning. I explained to him that I was on the phone trying to understand the situation and to help them.
This child lived with her mother until last year when her mother died. Her family members managed to cater for her as much as they could with our financial support but a couple of months ago, they asked us for more help as there was no one to really cater for the child. They explained their difficulties and after careful consideration, we decided to take the child into my father's house where my aging mother lives with my big brother and his four teenage girls.
My big brother lost his wife over eight years ago and moved to live with our mother who has been helping him take care of the children until now. I have added this child to the four girls and now there are five of them but they all helped this morning to give Vicentia a wash as I supervised on the phone.
I was emotional due to a heart full of gratitude and appreciation for how these young girls were rallying around Vicentia to get her cleaned up and how my mum, who is partially blind, was managing the whole thing from her bedroom.
My son listened attentively and then out of the blue he said, "mum, that is what I want to talk to you about."
"What? You didn't even know what I was going to say."
"I know you have so much to share and you've been helping everyone but now I think you should start a blog."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you have so much to share with the world," he explained.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Of course mum, look at all the things you are doing to help people and changing lives. Someone needs to hear about it and be inspired."
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"I will show you," he said. He took my laptop, went onto my website and here I am writing my first blog.
THANKS SON! (We will see how far we go with this. He seem very proud of me. I hope he is right and that someone will like to hear what I have to say).
I hope I can help someone with the stories I will be sharing!
Let's have fun learning and growing!
~ Tish Narh-Asumang