God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers. ~Jewish Proverb
My mother had a very simple explanation why I am gung ho about writing. When I was born, she had the placenta and cord wrapped in a newspaper and pages of Reader’s Digest. I just wish she threw in Algebra calculations to complete the plot. No guarantees but you’re free to give it a try – maybe a hard copy of Rich Dad, Poor Dad for maximum impact?
If I am blogging your ears full at this very moment, that’s because my mom organized my life to be doing this even before I got born. Good excuse, uh huh. Honestly, I am eternally thankful.
If our moms (me included in this big league), with all the best intentions available on earth, were to be allowed, they will organize our lives just the way they organize the house – spic and span, clean and neat, things in place, nothing out of focus, fully dusted and brushed to shining glory.
Have you listened to Celine Dion’s Because You Loved Me? It’s a love song for moms and daughters and sons. “You were my voice when I cannot speak”, “You were my strength when I was weak”, “You saw the best there was in me”, “I am everything I am because you loved me”. Every line hits home. Go finish that song to remind you how your mom rallied against all odds to keep you in the right direction – at least based on her own unbiased belief.
I remember being on my knees with my mom looking at references what course should I enroll in college. I ended up taking Public Relations in Sta. Isabel College and after a very long haul, and even colorful stories in between (this one’s perfect for Maalaala Mo Kaya), I graduated – with two kids and clueless what awaits me back in the province.
I managed and survived through it all because she believed in me. Without doubt. Without rancor. Without selfishness. And I am fully certain she will stand by that belief even if a Goliath will foolishly challenge it. I bet she will win!
The rest is history, so they say. Whatever I went through – thick and thin – my mom stood up for me and believed in me and fought with me. As I said, she looks fragile but never cross her path when she fights for something – she never backs down. Not even with a towering bus collector who once tried to outwit her with the fare.
On Moms Day, I remember Maggie. Her dedication. Her supreme sacrifice. No dry eyes for those who will read her story. She is an embodiment of a mother who tries to be a superwoman for her children but stays human at heart – incomparable caring and loving bones.
What do you remember of your mom? How do you describe her? Have you thought today how you failed her a billion times and she is still standing up and standing down with you? She may wail and nag non-stop like a chugging train – do not forget she is your best ally on earth. Long live the moms!
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving