We all have mothers but not all of us are mothers.
Every one of us is born in this world through our mothers but not every one of us has a beautiful memory of their mother. And since today is a mothers day, I want to write how I remember my mother when I was a child.
My mother is a hardworking mom. She works to help my father in our daily needs. She has three children to take care of after work. My father is always away since he works overseas, and thus we are left behind her care. We were left with Yaya in daytime and she took care of us at night.
Since she was working, I always asked her to bring me pasalubong when she got home. It is the only thing I requested of her every time she goes home from work. She never failed me on this because it is the only way that she can express her motherhood to me. Since she has little time left to take care of me, she said that I learned the alphabets from my aunt and not her.
When we were growing and I already have other siblings, I began to question her love for me. I envied all my siblings because it seems that she loves them more than she loves me. I saw how she treats them well with their needs while I am alone crying in my room and just being a jealous kid. Today that I've grown up, I saw how she struggles to be fair and equal to the three of us.
She is not the typical nanay who will cook deliciously for us nor the caring type nanay who will express her feelings through her actions and words. I barely hear her say, "I love you anak". I tried to ask myself why she is not the typical mother. It is when I became a Christian that I realized that her idea of motherhood is not the same with mine. I know that deep inside her heart, she loves the three of us.
I only have a little memory of her when I was a child. Now that I've grown up, I have so many beautiful memories with her. She is my mentor, my coach, and my shoulder to lean on. I love her so much that I could say I am happy to be her daughter.
Now that I am a mother myself, I can understand how hard it is to be one. She gave up so much for us. She tried to juggle her work and her attention to the three of us while maintaining her poise and beauty. I really appreciate her especially on how she tried to be the best mother to the three of us.
Not all of us will become a mother, I hope that we can understand our mothers despite our little memories of them when we were a child. Surely, they love us so much despite the differences we have from them.
Let us appreciate them today. Happy mother's day to all our mothers.
Every one of us is born in this world through our mothers but not every one of us has a beautiful memory of their mother. And since today is a mothers day, I want to write how I remember my mother when I was a child.
My mother is a hardworking mom. She works to help my father in our daily needs. She has three children to take care of after work. My father is always away since he works overseas, and thus we are left behind her care. We were left with Yaya in daytime and she took care of us at night.
Since she was working, I always asked her to bring me pasalubong when she got home. It is the only thing I requested of her every time she goes home from work. She never failed me on this because it is the only way that she can express her motherhood to me. Since she has little time left to take care of me, she said that I learned the alphabets from my aunt and not her.
When we were growing and I already have other siblings, I began to question her love for me. I envied all my siblings because it seems that she loves them more than she loves me. I saw how she treats them well with their needs while I am alone crying in my room and just being a jealous kid. Today that I've grown up, I saw how she struggles to be fair and equal to the three of us.
She is not the typical nanay who will cook deliciously for us nor the caring type nanay who will express her feelings through her actions and words. I barely hear her say, "I love you anak". I tried to ask myself why she is not the typical mother. It is when I became a Christian that I realized that her idea of motherhood is not the same with mine. I know that deep inside her heart, she loves the three of us.
I only have a little memory of her when I was a child. Now that I've grown up, I have so many beautiful memories with her. She is my mentor, my coach, and my shoulder to lean on. I love her so much that I could say I am happy to be her daughter.
Now that I am a mother myself, I can understand how hard it is to be one. She gave up so much for us. She tried to juggle her work and her attention to the three of us while maintaining her poise and beauty. I really appreciate her especially on how she tried to be the best mother to the three of us.
Not all of us will become a mother, I hope that we can understand our mothers despite our little memories of them when we were a child. Surely, they love us so much despite the differences we have from them.
Let us appreciate them today. Happy mother's day to all our mothers.
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