This was my formal theme entry in English way back in Third Year high school. I just felt the need of posting this in lieu of the occasion this coming Sunday.
Happy Mother's Day to all!
A woman whose job is timeless. She is selfless that all her concerns are only for her children and not for someone else. A beautiful lady who brought life to marriage and proved that if without her, her man is nothing. She had no second thoughts of leaving her job as an accountant since the day she gave birth, and in the long run, put herself into a profession that is full of sacrifices, though in return, not income but happiness and contentment are the only things she receives. I know it already came to your mind the person I am talking about; to spell out, my mother.
My mother has been very dear to me. At this point, I have just arrived home from school, so worn-out. I straight away changed clothes, sat on the soft couch located in our living room, and tuned in to my favorite cartoon show. Then, a cool breeze touched my face. I glanced at the window, that time I knew it was raining so hard. Out of the blue, I looked back and remembered the scenarios during my beginning years in school: How early the time she wakes up every morning; her preparations to pack up our baon; the advices she gives to do my best in school; and how she bids me goodbye, usually packed with a kiss.
I acquired the concept of learning from her before I knew there were teachers. Right after fetching me from school and sending me home, she insistently checks my notebooks to see those given assignments by my teachers. We finish it together and even prepares me exercises to further improve my knowledge on the current lesson. It does not end here. We used to read together stories with moral values, putting in plain words how the plot goes. There came a time where in, because of the love of reading, the two-paragraph selection which we have not yet been tackled in school was given a chance to be memorized by the two of us. That night, I joined her in bed just before sleeping and once again, we delivered the lines we have put in mind, giving me consideration to the words I wrongfully said and mispronounced. The following day, with much excitement to attend my class, our English teacher told us to bring out our books, and altogether read the next selection. She noticed the way I seemed not giving attention reading my book, though seeing me expressing the right words. When I saw her staring at me, I immediately scanned to the page where the selection was and pretended reading it. Being somewhat swollen with pride, I said to myself, “I think there’s no need for this, this story was already in my mind since yesterday.” How funny reminiscing these occurrences again which I never thought I would put into writing. Dismissal came, as I walk towards the gate of our school, I saw my mom sitting on one of the benches situated there. I know she would be proud to see how glad I am having a red star-shaped stamped on my hand. It feels like I am ten years younger thinking again of the impact those small things gave me, and how my parents especially my mom feels about it.
If without her, I would not be able to cite these childhood encounters of mine. She keeps on sharing in front of our relatives and family friends the funny things I used to do during my childhood days and how I interact to other people, which were quite shameful for me having heard them laughing.
Back then, when my father scolded me for having performed wrong things or for having behaved badly, I ended up crying. I cannot say my siblings were there for me during those instances for they would only tease me. Good thing, there was my mother, who would bring me out under the table after crying so hard. She would comfort and give me advices to refrain doing my mistakes again.
Indeed, she has been my special friend, a mentor, a cheerleader, and an advocate, who never fails to support me in my every endeavor and take care of me even after I answered back at her. This unconditional love which drives her feelings can be truly understood unless you experienced being a mother, too.
Those days from which I acted as if I was a tail of my mom just to be at her side seemed unforgettable to me. She used to be my conscience when I plan something wrong. More importantly, she has been my childhood friend who would also demonstrate childish behavior the same with me. A friend to whom I also used to get mad at.
Once in a year we celebrate a special day that is only for mothers. They experience to be given flowers and letters which they deserve. Whatever they receive though, the simple yet heartfelt words of “thank you” and “I love you” from their kids are what they cherish most. These simple ways can bring tears to our mothers and they will realize that all they have done are worth it.
Right now, I am thinking of the person I would probably have become if there will be no mother like her born in this world. Maybe I am still a helpless teenager longing for a mother’s care and attention. I may not know the story behind Hansel and Gretel, and how bad children will end up as unlikable citizens when they grow old. Maybe until now, I still do not know how to value education, and how red star-shaped stamp would bring excitement to kids after returning home from school. Maybe, when I gradually grow old, I would not bring an impact to other people, a futile person, so to say. In fact, when I eventually die, I would only be known as someone, someone who made nothing particular. I stop and think again. Suddenly, I felt a hand gently tapping my shoulder. It was mom waking me up for dinner. I raised my head and looked at the television. The show I was watching earlier did not come into my sight but a news program. I felt somehow disappointed. However, I smiled and thanked Him for having given me someone like her. I gave my mom a tender kiss at her right cheek the same way she to me did when I was little. Certainly, it was her to whom I greatly owe my life.
“The ultimate measure in life is not who you have become, or what have you become. But what others have become because of you.” --Abraham Lincoln
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