Last
year I blogged about the value of having fathers in our lives. And today I am posting a recognition to the people who play equal significance to us all-- mothers.
I find it hard to write anything really heartfelt about my
mother. Before any cuss words be thrown up on me, I have a good relationship
with her and I love her beyond faking.
One
reason is, I have way too many laughing moments with her more than I thought. Good memories outweighs the bad.
I spent senseless years thinking that I don’t have a mother who cares about me. It sounds very trivial but that existed in my mind until I was sixteen. But as tough luck and misfortunes came, I have seen my mother coming to the rescue without solicitations needed. She knew when to speak and when not to.
I spent senseless years thinking that I don’t have a mother who cares about me. It sounds very trivial but that existed in my mind until I was sixteen. But as tough luck and misfortunes came, I have seen my mother coming to the rescue without solicitations needed. She knew when to speak and when not to.
As
I step a little forward towards maturity, I can see how she maintains her
strength all through the years. She is able to carry on her youth despite being
a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a daughter all at the same time. And if I’m
being overemotional, I’d like to think that every daughter is entitled to
feeling that way when talking about her mother.
Few
things I like or dislike about her though is that first she isn’t a good
laundry-maker. Let her do the washing and you’ll get your white trousers back
in red and your black t-shirt in pink. I don’t know exactly how she does that.
Next, you’ll never work with her in the kitchen without leaving it messy afterwards. And by messy I mean total chaos. It’s either you get mad at her for it or you get used to it because there’s no way for her to change that attitude. She believes in speed more than cleanliness.
Third is that you can never take her to a concert because there’s also no way for her to care for music or yet you have to blush your butt from watching drama series on TV every night for 5 hours.
And fourth, God so help me she won’t hate me for writing this. (Love you Ma! :D) These are very minute details about my mother and I just love her for the way she is. Sometimes she just really makes me laugh.
Next, you’ll never work with her in the kitchen without leaving it messy afterwards. And by messy I mean total chaos. It’s either you get mad at her for it or you get used to it because there’s no way for her to change that attitude. She believes in speed more than cleanliness.
Third is that you can never take her to a concert because there’s also no way for her to care for music or yet you have to blush your butt from watching drama series on TV every night for 5 hours.
And fourth, God so help me she won’t hate me for writing this. (Love you Ma! :D) These are very minute details about my mother and I just love her for the way she is. Sometimes she just really makes me laugh.
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| Side note: Here's my mother reading a travel magazine in one of our recent trips to a local resort |
But
seriously, believe me when I say there’s no measure to a mother’s love; the
same love that Mary has shown for her son Jesus. No matter how terrible or
unreasonable a mother can be, she’ll still always be the last person standing for
you after everyone has left. For sure you know that too. There is no break,
time-out, or leave in being a mother. Until her last breath, you will always
remain a son or a daughter to her.
As
I write this post I have here beside me a book by a spoken word poet Sarah Kay.
I could not help myself but cry at how she expressed the great importance of a
mother in our lives. Here are the lines:
If I should have a daughter, instead of
"Mom," she's gonna call me "Point B," because that way she
knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to
learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the
back of my hand." And she's going to learn that this life will hit you
hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the
stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your
lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be
fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman
isn't coming, I'll make sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by
herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will
always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've
tried. "And, baby," I'll tell her, don't keep your nose up in the air
like that. I know that trick; I've done it a million times. You're just
smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you
can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or
else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change
him." But I know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra
supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that
chocolate can't fix. Okay, there's a few heartbreaks that chocolate can't fix.
But that's what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything,
if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a
glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on
the pinpoint of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me. That
there'll be days like this. ♫ There'll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When
you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when
you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to
save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain,
and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days
you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there's nothing more
beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no
matter how many times it's sent away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose
some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many
land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this
funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am
pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar.
It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and
taste it. "Baby," I'll tell her, "remember, your momma is a
worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and
big eyes who never stops asking for more." Remember that good things come
in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something
wrong, but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop
shining. Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing. And when they
finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and
offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that
they really ought to meet your mother.
And here is the video.
To all the moms in the world, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Photo/ Video Credits:
weheartit (dot) com - first photo
ted (dot) com (slash) talks
Reference:
kaysarasera (dot) com
