Before the day ends, I want to greet the woman who once conceived me from pancit bihon (which should’ve been pancit canton, my dad just brought the wrong kind and she got really angry at him at that time hehe).
Seeing many friends and relatives in my generation having kids, it’s only now that I appreciate her for carrying me in her womb for 9 months. 9 months is a really long time for a woman to have a big heavy and wriggly bump on her stomach and kudos to her for that.
I love her for enduring my annoyingly loud cries every night for several years when I was a baby (based on her stories, I was a very spoiled toddler).
I love her for always making me wear Sunday dresses growing up (with matching laced socks and doll shoes). It was very difficult dressing me as a girl because most of the kids around me are boys and I wanted to dress like them back then.
I love her for being beautiful and talented. She once won a pageant called “Mrs. FABCEA” and I vividly remember her dominate the whole thing. As a kid, I found myself shouting “Mommy ko yan!” and I was really really proud of her.
I love her for having a blood of a businesswoman. Even though being a nurse takes a lot of her time due to shifting schedules, she used all of her free time attend classes and buy stuff so our family can have an extra income. She tried lots of things and excelled in all of them (Tupperware/Vision/Pyrex sales, candle making, soap making, chocolate making, baking, and many more). I was hoping I have inherited some of it, but seems like my Kuya got it and didn’t leave anything for me.
I love her for being thoughtful and giving. Her hobby is to make something and give them out to family and friends as gifts. She will never hesitate to give anything and everything she has, even the last peso left in her pocket, or the last grain of rice she has on her plate. She is more than willing to give all of what she has even if there would be nothing left for her.
I love her for being so funny. I remember the first time I told her I have a boyfriend, her first reaction was “Thank God! I thought boys don’t like you because you don’t take a bath!”.
I love her for being so strong. She assumed both paternal and maternal roles in our family when my dad passed away and kept us family intact. It has been several years and our family had come a long way.
I love her for her very high level of enthusiasm and happiness. Her energy is projected only by simple things in life and it’s never ever hard making her smile.
I love her for her strong faith. I know she is always praying for me and Kuya and Cayo every night, wishing for us to be safe and guided by God always.
I am uncertain if I will be able to give back even half of what she has given us, but one thing I can assure her is that we are and always will be there for her and always love her.
Happy Mother’s Day Mommy! I am coming home soon!