She cooked a Filipino dish called Mechado. They all sat at the table. They enjoyed the meal and the family conversations.
She finished washing the dishes and cleaning up the table. She rested on a blue couch by a big bright window overlooking the pine trees and the colorful flowers outside.
The boy rushed towards her with a blanket and a pillow. He said “Rest, Mom”. The little girl came with a throw pillow. She put it under her Mother’s feet. She had a big smile on her face as they greeted her “Happy Mother’s Day!” They gave her a bag of Goldfish crackers in case she got hungry and a tablet if she wanted to play a game. She put it beside her and said her thank you’s. The boy was trying to be extra nice. He shared his Hi-Chew candy and fed one to his Mom. The little girl had her harmonica and played for her too. After playing a beautiful music, she read a story to her Mom. The book’s title was Pinkalicious and the Perfect Present. The story was just fitting for the occasion. It was about the girl looking for a perfect present for her Mom.
She got some shut-eye. On that day she felt like a queen. When she got up, her husband and daughter baked some goodies for everyone. She ate it and drank her favorite coffee. The rest of the afternoon was spent gardening while the kids enjoyed colorful sidewalk chalks, blowing bubbles, riding the scooter and playing with each other.
She had a hard life. They were not well off. They had to find out ways how to survive. Her mother died when she was very young. She barely have memories of her. Although she remembers how she looks like, fair skinned, curly golden hair.There was not much stories about her father or her childhood and teenage life. I just know she had her first child when she was 18 years old. And her father died after.
I just realized now that I do not really know her past. All I know is that she is a great mother. We grew up in an unconventional family set up (which I may write about someday). But she was there to guide me and my siblings. Whenever we stayed with her, she made sure we communicated very well. We sat down every morning after breakfast and talked about anything under the sun. Later on, we enjoyed this over coffee. She made sure that our bond was strong even in times we were apart. My siblings and I became very close to each other because of her. We got our pride, our dream, our strength, our prestige from our father. On the other hand, our mother taught us gentleness, heart, happiness, music, silliness. If I am a loving mother to my children now, it is because of her. It is amazing how she is literally always there at our side (my sister and brother) during times when we are emotionally down. She helps us go through them. If she did not come here to help me, I would have been… She is a life savior. She is our fortress. And yet she is just quiet. She does not long for recognition. She has always been selfless. Children come first before her. She sacrificed a lot. And I salute her for that. If I were to write a story about her life, you would say it is like one of those touching films and it can even win an Oscars! : – )
Happy Mother’s Day Ma! This is my gift to you! You are loved by us and we will share many more years of happiness together. You deserve all the best things in life!
And so, I am doing my usual momma duties. Then the TV is on. And it reminded me that Mother’s Day is coming up. I see these mother’s day commercials and they all make me cry. Why? Why am I such a cry baby? I cry over a movie, a commercial, a song, a story, and anything. I look so funny. But I do not care. Cry me a river!
Just before I make this post, this commercial made me cry! You may want to watch it. Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms in the world!