They say that when you get older you will eventually understand your parents more. But I’m a year older than last year but I still think that I’m lacking in that area. But I got one thing for sure, though I don’t understand them better, I know I love them more today than I did before.
Everyone should always tell your parents how much you love them,as often as you can. Don’t wait for the time to say it when they can’t hear you no more. That’s what I’m like. When I think about it, I don’t have problems saying I love you to my boyfriend but that does not mean that I love my boyfriend more than my family, my parent…I just kind of get shy easily saying I LOVE YOU with a serious tone to my family, more so to my parents. I usually do it in a very cutesy way. I just hope that they will take me seriously though.
So today’s the special day for all the mothers in the world…but let me have this space to let my mom know how much I love her and how thankful I am for all the things that she have done for us. I can proudly say that my mother is also my best friend. Our relationship improved as I grew older because it was not always the case (when I was younger…LOL). You can say that I’m the black sheep in the family when I was a little. I’m the kid who always lies and so hard-headed in so many ways. I often got disciplined by my mother, spanking is like my morning coffee.LOL. My father’s usually in abroad working at Saudi. So our discipline and all the attitudes were honed by our mother. When I was a little, I often think that my mom loved me the least. As in I’m the least favored child. This how my mind worked then, my ate (the oldest) was loved because she was the first child and like first love and first kiss…nothing’s like them. My younger sister (third in the hierarchy), was loved because she’s very industrious and loves to clean our house very, very much and I often hear my mom praise her with her cleanliness and how she could help around the house. My youngest and only brother was loved very, very much because he was the only boy and the youngest in the family. What about me? I don’t think I have anything that my mother could love. I’m a hard-headed kid who would do anything she wants. I often lie when I was a little. Honestly, I don’t want to defend myself but I guess my reasoning before was, I should better lie instead of admitting my faults because I know that if I will take the blame, and I’ll be disciplined. Better to pass the blame to my younger sister since she’s favored, she can get away with it. LOL. It’s the making of a witch sister! LOL.
I remembered another incident when my mom’s oldest sister told me how hurt my mom was and cried because of a letter I wrote for her. It goes something like this…”Mahal kita Mama kahit alam kong di mo ko mahal” (“I love you Mama though I know that you don’t love me.”) I think I was in my high school years when I wrote it. I was so rebellious at that time and frightened at the same time. I often thought that my mom did not love me as much as she did with my siblings.
Now I know differently…my parents, my mom loved me for who I am and for everything I am. How can I say that? I dunno…I just feel it. And in return, I will always love you mom and I will be like you when I get kids of my own. Thank you again!
Happy Mother’s Day MA!