As a child I grew up with my parents’ care, I’m more frightened with my mother than to my father (believe it). My mother’s personality is strong that she always punish me everytime I’ve done wrong thinking that I’m the most pasaway among our siblings so now I understand why .. hihi..
I envy my classmate evrytime they make lambing with their mothers and it made me wonder why my mother is not like that. In our family we are three sibling my kuya,( the eldest, math whiz) and the youngest Erika ( who maintained high grades, until now).
The fact that I’m an average type of student I always thought that their was a favoritism I our family and I’m the less priority. At the end I’m the most pity person in the world.
But how it change my way of thinking? That’s when she rescued me from bullies in my school, she scolded those bullies and thought them a lesson. Above all mention to my mother instead of being afraid to my mama it change into amazed and proud, at the back of my mind saying, “yan si mama ko.”]
The time that I know more of the Lord , as my love for my mother grows. I appreciate her everyday. We are facing many problems and trials, well I know that is normal, sometimes she’s mad at me but it never crossed my mind to fight back for I know the reason that it would break my mother’s heart.
There was an experience that when my mother went away for some reason. (I will no longer mention the problem it’s confidential)
Since, I’m studying in Manila it’s normal for me to say “Ma alis napo ako.” And the expected response: “ok sige mag pray ka at mag txt ka pag nasa bahay kna.”
Truly I missed that when she went away I longing for her voice that used to be a shout when she is mad at me. A week before my 19Th birthday at the bus I was thinking of my mother wondering what she was doing, and thinking also about her health knowing the fact that she’s not young anymore. I thought of the wonderful things she did to me and suddenly tears falls down to my face, I cover my mouth with handkerchief so that the people inside the bus could not hear me crying. That's the time I realized that I cant live without my mama and how important she is.
One night I’m praying for her asking the Lord ; “Lord please kahit birthday gift mo nalang sakin. I want my mama to go home.” Tears fell down.
The day of my birthday my mother called me up at exactly 6:30 am
Her voice was normal it seems that nothing’s wrong.
“Happy birthday! Pasensya kana wala ako diyan . sige na pasok ka naingat ka diyan.”
“opo ma.”
That small conversation made me cry I don’t know what I’m going to do with my eyes they don’t stop crying. At that moment it make my heart cracked, I can’t explain the feeling all I want was my mama to come home.
At school my mother texted me she was asking for my prayers and so I did. I speak blessings and more and more. And it was my final examination so it was a rush.
Thinking of my mother and thinking for the exam.. whoo!!!
That night she texted me again;
“pinagpray mo ba ko?”
“opo” I replied
“thanks, nasa bahay nako.”
The feeling of great happiness was in my heart! it seems that my heart wants to leap for joy ^.^ I thanked God so much after I have received that message.
Now my relationship with mother is smoothly. I love her so much!thinking that my mother doesn't love me was stupid. And I will anything just to make her proud. ^.^
to show my love ..although di ko papabasa sa kanya to..
as God told me how precious my mother is , I always shares this experience with some friends who doesn't understand their mothers.
some said that I'm weird because of all the daughters " ako pa ung gustong masermonan ako"
in that case I know that my mother loves me too.
Mother is a gift of God. That should be cherished and loved. She shed tears in bringing us in this world. She is considered as small hero.
A mother loves her family; her greatest is to see her family happy.
A mother deserves to be honored not just once in a year but everyday.
to all, happy mother's day...!!! make them proud...
my parents..
that's my mother and I during our retreat ..saying sorry...
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