The Woman We Call Home

We don’t always agree on many things. I mean, we don’t fight. It’s just that sometimes, I hate your opinions. I hate how pessimistic you can be at times. I hate how biased you are sometimes. I hate how you criticize things every now and then.

But just to be clear, I don’t hate you. I just hate those things about you.

But you know what? When I really think about it, those are also the things that make you you. Without them, you wouldn’t be the mother I grew up with.

Okay. Done with the hate. On with the love.

I love how hardworking you are. You chose the profession that has no benefits, no time off, no sick leave, no vacation leave, no payroll. It’s a one-time clock in, and you never clock out. No retirement either.

But on the other hand, you are the boss.

Just kidding.

No, not really.

You chose to be a mother.

I know you didn’t exactly choose to be our mother, but God knew you had all the qualifications to become one. And don’t take that the wrong way. What I mean is, God knew that we needed you.

And for that, we will always be grateful that God gave us you.

Yes, I’m speaking on behalf of my siblings too, because I can see how much they love you — especially our brothers. You are the glue that holds us together. Honestly, without you, I don’t know how we would ever stay intact.

And maybe that’s why I hate the thought of you getting older.

Don’t get me wrong. I thank God that you’re growing older because it means we still get to have you. It’s just that growing older comes with consequences, and I don’t even want to imagine my life without you in it. The thought alone devastates me.

Honestly, I don’t even know what this blog is supposed to be.

I don’t know if I’m trying to show appreciation for you, or if I’m trying to tell people why you’re also one the best mothers in the world.

But one thing’s for sure: I want you to know how much I love you.

I know you probably won’t read this. But if somehow this blog finds its way to you, I want you to know that I love you so much. I care about you deeply.

Please take care of yourself so you can live longer. Don’t stress yourself over things and people that don’t concern you anymore. Just let them be. Focus on yourself too.

You don’t deserve all the stress in the world.

You deserve to live. You deserve to laugh.

You still have a long way to go. You still need to witness so many milestones in your grandchildren’s lives.

And selfishly, I still need my mother for much longer.

Happy Mother's Day to you, our dear Mother. ❣️



au revoir. 😊

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