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:
