My mother is the most incredible woman I know; opposite in personality type to me though and primarily focussed on her life and living – the stronghold of the family. Having had eight children of her own plus three children of relatives to raise, no shock is ever too big for her; she accepts incidents as they come seeing God’s love in everything. Mum’s dream was to live on an island one day helping the poor; at the age of 82, still residing in Namibia, she believes that I have been past the batten to run her dream. [She twice visited me in New Zealand to see for herself how likely it would be.] My paternal grandmother died when I was six and all I remember of her is that she bribed us with coins to behave, which was fun. My maternal grandmother died when I was twenty and what I remember about her is the bright coloured crochet she made and had everywhere in her house. [Both my grandfathers died while my parents were young.] The grandmother of my children, originally from South Africa and residing in Namibia, has been telling me that I will always be the mother of her grandchildren! When I visited her last in 2014, she still had my photographs all around her house, even though her son and I had been separated already four years. For the past six years we maintained our relationship; however, I have since decided to totally back off as my daughters are now adult enough to speak for themselves and also to make room for the new daughter-in-law whom she recently met for the first time. My new mother-in-law (though it could be seen that I have not married her son legally) is a dear Kiwi woman residing in the Hawkes Bay; and, while we do not really know each other that well, we often talk through Skype – woman to woman.