Mama Mas-in, now a doting lola to lots of grand kids. And more to come! Live long mother dearest! :)
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/baguio/opinion/2013/05/19/brett-mama-thoughts-283147
THIS piece could be a late entry but honoring mothers all over the world can and ought to be done every day.
The second Sunday of the month of summer May marks the celebration of Mother’s Day for this year. It is very heartwarming to note that most of us put a lot of thought and premium in commemorating this day that’s specially meant to honor motherhood. Days before the actual day, social networks were already flooded with shout-outs and greetings to moms. I scroll down on updates and automatically click the thumbs up sign for anyone posting about mothers regardless if I really knew that person or not. That was how “in the spirit” I was.
THIS piece could be a late entry but honoring mothers all over the world can and ought to be done every day.
The second Sunday of the month of summer May marks the celebration of Mother’s Day for this year. It is very heartwarming to note that most of us put a lot of thought and premium in commemorating this day that’s specially meant to honor motherhood. Days before the actual day, social networks were already flooded with shout-outs and greetings to moms. I scroll down on updates and automatically click the thumbs up sign for anyone posting about mothers regardless if I really knew that person or not. That was how “in the spirit” I was.
I also saw a lot of photos of children taking their mothers out for a treat and that’s when I could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy for them knowing I couldn’t do the same thing. My own mother is miles away from where I am right now. I could always send her something for this day, call her, but being actually with her is an entirely different thing. What I would not give to be able to hug her real tight and whisper that I’m the most fortunate daughter in the whole wide world to have her as my mom. I’m sure we all feel the same way towards our own mothers.
But it also made me think and feel very grateful that despite not being able to spend the day with Mama, I still have her and I’m assured that once I get home, I could have all the hugs I want with her. Not everyone can still get to experience that priceless pleasure. My heart goes out to them. But it is my belief that whatever life takes, it gives back more. Whatever one has missed, she makes up for it to others in one way or another.
So at the same time, that day made me pensive. In an indulgent way, it made me think of what kind of mother I would want to be when that blessed and epic juncture of my life would come. My Mama epitomized this stature of strength and liberation. She braved numerous hurdles in life, often sacrificing her personal wellbeing for the sake of her children. Sure I would love to be like her. But I have to admit to myself too that no amount of elbow grease can ever make me surpass or even come close to what she was able to undergo and accomplish all for her children’s welfare. She isn’t the “malambing” type of mother who would shower you with attention and mollycoddle you with little gifts and give in to your tantrums. That little brat inside me before somehow wished she was like that, but then again, we would not have turned out the way we are now -- unspoiled and independent.
We have moms who pamper their kids to the extreme, mothers who trust you enough to handle things yourselves, strict moms, obliging moms, passionate mothers and unexpressive ones. All the same, if they have their kids’ interests in mind and are selfless and pure about their intentions no matter the means, they are definitely super moms. Deserving to be respected and loved as much in return. Deserving to be appreciated, lauded, and be reminded daily how beautiful they are.
In light of Mother’s Day, which ought to be each and every day, this is for all the mommies, nanays, mamas, mothers, mudraks, nanangs, mudrabelles, inas, and soon-to-be’s out there.
But it also made me think and feel very grateful that despite not being able to spend the day with Mama, I still have her and I’m assured that once I get home, I could have all the hugs I want with her. Not everyone can still get to experience that priceless pleasure. My heart goes out to them. But it is my belief that whatever life takes, it gives back more. Whatever one has missed, she makes up for it to others in one way or another.
So at the same time, that day made me pensive. In an indulgent way, it made me think of what kind of mother I would want to be when that blessed and epic juncture of my life would come. My Mama epitomized this stature of strength and liberation. She braved numerous hurdles in life, often sacrificing her personal wellbeing for the sake of her children. Sure I would love to be like her. But I have to admit to myself too that no amount of elbow grease can ever make me surpass or even come close to what she was able to undergo and accomplish all for her children’s welfare. She isn’t the “malambing” type of mother who would shower you with attention and mollycoddle you with little gifts and give in to your tantrums. That little brat inside me before somehow wished she was like that, but then again, we would not have turned out the way we are now -- unspoiled and independent.
We have moms who pamper their kids to the extreme, mothers who trust you enough to handle things yourselves, strict moms, obliging moms, passionate mothers and unexpressive ones. All the same, if they have their kids’ interests in mind and are selfless and pure about their intentions no matter the means, they are definitely super moms. Deserving to be respected and loved as much in return. Deserving to be appreciated, lauded, and be reminded daily how beautiful they are.
In light of Mother’s Day, which ought to be each and every day, this is for all the mommies, nanays, mamas, mothers, mudraks, nanangs, mudrabelles, inas, and soon-to-be’s out there.