Today has been just one of our usual days: no spur-of-the-moment scene nor luscious food served on the table. Although I know in fact that there should be at least some sort of surprise for our mother, we didn't had the chance to prepare for that. Money could be an issue, but if you don't have it, our mothers would undoubtedly understand that. In fact, all they just wanted to hear are the simple words "Happy Mother's Day!" and "I love you" which are usually sealed with a kiss. This can already bring tears to their eyes and that's what can make their day special. I had the chance to greet her through Facebook to show my friends how proud I am to be her son as well as greeting her personally which is way more sincere and intimate. And though I spent the whole day just sleeping (When it's raining, it really feels great to catch some Z's.), I can say that we, her children, succeeded in putting her inwardness at peace as much as making her say "It's all worth it."
Happy Mother's Day, Ma! We love you very much! :')
Character of the Week: The Mother
by Erma Bombeck
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of “overtime” when an angel appeared and said:
“You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?
* She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
* Have 180 movable parts… all replaceable;
* Run on black coffee and leftovers;
* Have a lap that disappears when she stands up;
* A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair;
* And six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands… no way.”
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded.
“One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kids doing in there?’
“Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know.
“And of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, ’I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Go to bed. Tomorrow…”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick
“…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger
“… and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
“Can she think?”
“Not only can she think, but she can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
“There’s a leak,” she said. “I told You were trying to push too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
And the Mother was created – a work of genius.
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