To Mommy With Love

We are not exactly the best of friends, my Mom and I. In fact we often disagree on almost everything. And she's not my number one fan either. She often disapproves of anything I do. But don't get me wrong. She isn't so bad. Not at all. You see, I am the black Sheep. That's why.

We seldom have a "moment" between us. I am pretty much independent, thus I am most of the time on my own. And to her, I always seem so distant and withdrawn. I must admit that I am. The only moment we had that I can remember was during my first day in college. I wanted to study at a university but she insisted that I go to an all-girls school. I was heartbroken. She came with me to Manila and stayed with me for like a month until I got myself familiar with everything. She brought me to school on my first day. I was really so shy then, being a promdi and all so she sat with me all through out the orientation thing. When it was over and time to enter the classrooms, she approached the kindest and nice looking girl in my class and introduced me to her. She asked the girl to show me around and to be with me. She practically asked her to be my friend! It was touching. And for the next few months of my college life I would always miss her and could not help but cry while walking down the hallways of St.Paul.

My Mom never runs out of wise words to say to me. And she would always nag me about everything too. From the food I eat to the little things I do. The only thing that she doesn't have a say to is the clothes I wear. And thank God for that! But she would constantly nag me about praying the Rosary or reading the Bible (she just reminded me to bring the Bible on my way back here but I forgot to do so). She would always nag me about buying a blender (which I finally just did) and make either a carrot or apple juice everyday. She would always nag me to hear Mass every Sunday too. She would always tell me to do some exercise to keep fit (aside from yoga) and to cut on sugar and junk food. And the long list goes on...

But despite the absence of the usual best friend relationship between my Mom and I, like most of the mothers and daughters have, she remains to be the only person who never fails to pray for me (and maybe the other one is my best friend of four years). She is very prayerful and I know deep down that she always prays that I may find what I have been looking for and what I have come here to achieve, so that soon I will fly home and stay near her and my whole family for good.

I know I seldom say this and I will say it now. Thank you, Mom for your never ending support and the endless prayers. Sometimes I wonder why things always turn out well and better for me. And I realize, it's because God always listens to prayers of mothers like you when daughters like me sometimes forget to pray and allow themselves to be caught in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I pray that you always find joy in your life and peace in your heart. And I thank God for blessing me and my sisters with a person like you to be our Mother! We love you!