The woman behind our lives

Are you close with your father?

Lucky for you, dear. You might wonder why on earth I’m saying you’re lucky that you’re close with your father – I’m not close with my father ever since I was a kid. I had a distant relationship with him. He was a person I neither hate nor like. I have no idea why, like, he does not exist in my life from the day I was born. As a result, I’m extremely close with my mother. How can I describe my mother? She’s very funny, to the extent that even if you had a bad day, with just one snap of her jokes, you’ll crack a laugh. She even tries to make her own jokes, which is good. She’s kind of poetic when it comes to words. Sometimes, I would look at her paperwork and I’ll see some well-written words on it. She’s good at cooking, as in very well when it comes to cooking. Even if I’m not hungry, I’ll dig in to her prepared viand because they taste better than those in restaurant and I get to eat them for free! My mother has the smile of woman who wants to protect her children all the way. She’s my personal hero when it comes to this world. You know, like the light that shines upon the darkness in the night kind of hero.

My mother loves talking. There are times where the both of us talk about life, love, family – you name it, she’ll talk about it. I don’t know why I’m so close with her, it’s like she’s both my mother and my sister, although I have an older sister. When she smiles, it’s like I’m seeing myself in the coming years. She always tells my sister and me that we should strive hard when it comes to school and that being indolent will not make you happy. I agree with her when she says that but sometimes life’s so unfair. So, we end up being a couch-potato all day. I love it when she’s angry at us and I make fun of her and she’ll be like, “You idiot! Go, get up and wash the dishes!” she looks very cute when she’s angry, like a child that wants to have her playmates attention. But after all the sermons and lectures, she’ll ask us what we want and she’ll buy it as soon as the money lands on her palms. She’s too kind for us, that’s why sometimes; I give the love she gives us.

The love, pain and caring we received from our mothers

I don’t know what year it is, but I clearly remember it’s my seventh birthday at that time. I didn’t really asked for a birthday party because I think it’s a burden and I hate parties because our house will be crowded with people I don’t even know. But she insisted. At that time, I called that part of my life, caring. She cares for me that’s why she’s throwing a party for me and my older brother. I hate it when she spends too much money to the things I don’t even like, the party is a great example. Well, I was kid back then so what’s the point of throwing your best tantrum in the middle of the celebration, all eyes on you? I think it’s very embarrassing to be like that and I don’t like my mother to be ashamed on me. Or is it I, who is ashamed of my mother back then. The party went smooth anyway and everyone liked my chocolate cake.

There are many parts of my life where I encountered the undying love of my mother. When she was working in Manila, she would tag me along in her arms and she would roam me around the crazy streets of Quiapo (it’s a place where everything can be bought, half the price of the original ones!). My eyes would sparkle and I would point my finger to some juice vendor and she would buy it for me. I can still remember the time when my sister and I got an argument about this nonsense book that she borrowed from her friend. When I was crying in the kitchen, my mother hugged me and whispered me some comfortable words. I was relieved at that time, like she’s cradling in her arms. And yes, the time when my older brother got angry at me (I forgot what I did that time but I’m sure, it’s something my brother won’t really like) and she told me, “Don’t worry about, I’m here Catherine.” It’s a dream of every kid to be love by their mothers, right? I was loved. It’s the love of my mother that no one can surpass.

However, some of us children become the number one burden for mothers. Think about it, for example, you’re a mother and your son doesn’t even give a damn on you. I would really slap him if he’ll do that to me (I’m not really sure if I’ll be married and get a son, okay). There are times I ignore my mom’s commands and I’ll stick my earphones and get the volume higher as possible so I won’t hear her. And there are times where I would answer her sarcastic and she’ll be sad about. It’s the pain our mothers don’t want to feel. The pain where your children don’t give a damn on you and answers you with this sarcastic attitude. That’s why I’m changing my attitude whenever my mother asks for something. Just earlier, I told her I’m going to massage her face with facial cream. She loved it and I was happy to see her smile and laugh. Oh, she really makes my day.

The importance of our mother’s existence

Everyone deserves to be important in someone’s life. I appreciate my mother’s love for me and I’m still going to appreciate more and more of her when time comes. I want her to see me wearing a gown, walking in the aisle of the church, being married to the man of my dreams. I want her to see me happy and that everything is learned from her. I want her to smile, be happy everyday and to look all healthy because she’s chubby and cute. I want her to deserve the best in this life because I know, she done a great job, caring for her four siblings. I want the world to know that she’s the number one person, filling the corners of my heart. She deserves the best; in fact, I want to take her to New York and Tokyo for a three-day trip, the two of us so we could deepen the bond between being a mother and daughter. She’s the greatest mother in this world.

No, the greatest mother in the whole universe.

And from this day, I’ll cherish every moment that came and will come. I want to cherish everything we had and will have. And my wish? To see her happy, content, loved and protected by those people close to her. And since I’m one of them I’ll double the happiness, the contentment, the love and the protection. Make it triple! I just love my mother. More than anything in this world (although I really love my family, friends and anime ). So mama, if you’re reading this right now, there are these three magical sentences that I want to tell you after you read this:

“I love you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

I love you everyday mama!