If I only have a minute to live, I would tell my mom that I love her so much.
I will tell her that she’s pretty. She always has been. Even for her age. I will tell her that my friends think that she has blue blood running through her veins because she looks mestiza in her own way with a fair skin and a little dapple of redness in her cheeks and skin. I will tell her that she has a beautifully well-defined cheekbone and that although my siblings and I, including my father teases her most of the time because of her nose, it is one of her good traits and a magnet for compliments.
I will tell her that she’s my hero; my idol and that I look up to her. I want to be just like you, mom. I admire your commitment to your job. But I definitely advice you to take some rest – at least when it is on weekends and after office hours. I know that you want some self-fulfillment, being able to transform PAL into something better than how it was handed to you. You also need to set aside time for yourself. We want to be with you on weekends and it is okay to treat yourself once in a while. You should try new things and explore yourself more.
I admire you for putting up with Lolo Marcos. I am aware that he hadn’t made life easier for any of you. I admire you for stepping up, being the father of the house, for protecting Lola and for financially supporting the family and sending yourself to school. I am proud of you, of how long you’ve gone from being a piano teacher to being at the top of all the corporations you’ve been into.
Mom, thank you for everything. This may often be said a lot by children to their parents but I mean this from the bottom of my heart. I am grateful for everything that you’ve done for me.
I know that pregnancy equates to a lifetime worth of pain. But you chose to raise the three of us. With each pregnancy adds an inch to your hips but you decided to be healthy for us to be born bouncing and chubby babies. Thank you for bringing us into this world.
Thank you for always bringing me to the doctor when I have my asthma attack and for carrying me, even though I’m such a pig back then. Thank you for allotting your Saturdays with me to go to Dr. Canlas and for putting powder behind my back and everywhere else and for coming to my family days when I was in grade school.
Thank you for being there and pushing me up when I’m down especially regarding my work. I know that I have been such a failure and you always made me feel that everything will be okay and that you were proud me, no matter what.
I learned a lot from you. From placing a pillow behind my knees at night, from always combing my hair, adding belt to pump up a look, putting color to my eyebrows, putting shampoo every other day, using petroleum jelly to moisten my lips and a million other small things.
I learned the difference from wrong and right, how to treat our house helpers, how to be generous and how to treat your colleagues. I learned that things may not appear how we want them too, but it is how God planned it to be and that for every experience, there’s a lesson that we can learn from.
I got my diction from you. I can still remember how you would always remind me to read the newspaper aloud every morning. I appreciate the times that you would come home and have a goody in your hands just because you thought that I would look pretty in that dress. Or how I would love a box of Tropical Harvest or a bottle of nutella.
I appreciate the times that you will skip work after I called you that I’m dying of dysmenorrhea, bring me hot compress and hot soup in the dorm and be with me until I get better. Thank you for always picking me up on weekends from the dorm and for always waiting for me to come home when I’m out late with my friends. I appreciate the times when you would swing by at Rada just to bring me dinner and check up on me. I appreciate the times when you would place cold towel on my forehead when I have fever.
I kept you awake when I cried at night, even now that I’m older; you still wait for me to come home. You carried me when I was a baby, even now that I’m older, you held me when I’m down. You taught me how to speak, even now that I’m older, you still teach me what and how to speak when I seek your advice. You taught me how to walk; even now that I’m older, you teach me where to go and which path I should take.
You may not be the coolest mom, but you were certainly the kind of parent that we need in order for us to grow in the image of God. And for that, I’m grateful.
But all of this won’t fit in a minute. So what I’ll tell her instead is that I love you. You are my heart. All of me wouldn’t be anything if it weren’t for you. You are the best mom and that I’m grateful for every single thing.
P.S. When you grow old, I will still accompany you to have your nails painted – I know that it is one of your joys.
Happy Mother’s Day, Ma! I love you!