The greatest blessing of my life is my Mother. I think it'd
be the same for every human being, wouldn't it? A Mother who loves,
cares and stays for you! Oh... What a wonderful blessing it is! We all
owe God for giving us such a precious person in our lives.
My Mom is my role model after Jesus Christ. I try and want
to be like her in my life. She is such a great personality and she live
her life in a way that makes me so proud to be her daughter. She taught
me the little things that make you perfect. She taught me to be myself.
She taught me to forgive and forget the things that hold you back from
moving on. She taught me that love and forgiveness are not a business
affair of 'give-and-take' but it's just the one-way of
'giving-giving-giving-and-giving'...
My Mom is my Heroine! She was a cute kid for her relatives, a
darling daughter to her parents, a caring sister for her siblings, a
true friend for her friends, a loving wife for her husband, a living God
for me. She taught me to be humble, to close my eyes towards others'
flaws but to open them towards my own and to open theirs towards
themselves. She taught me to believe in God and myself. She taught me to
let go of the memories that keep on hurting and making me someone else
I'm not.
When I was a little girl, about 5-6 years old, and I used to
sleep with my Mom, there were nights when we didn't sleep but just kept
on talking about this-and-that things which were both big and small. I
remember well, sometimes she used to hold me close and talk about life.
She enjoyed talking Philosophy with me. She used to tell me about her
life, her childhood, the way the world behaved at her and how she faced
them. But let me tell you, I had neither listened nor understood
whatever she was talking to me. I just lay there, thinking about
something else and responding to her speeches with the usual "mm..."s,
"aah..."s, "oh..."s and "uh-huh..."s. I think she knew that too. But she
didn't care. She must've known that I'll understand them when I grow
up. And she was right. It is now that I have a room for myself and when I
lay awake at night waiting for sleep to embrace me, I think of those
little Philosophical speeches and understand their meaning and what she
was trying to tell me through them.
I remember once I asked her how did she get to be so wise
and she answered me with a smile: "Pain, my dear daughter, pain can be a
great teacher althrough your life. It helps you learn that everything
you wish for may not be as beautiful as it ought to be." And I think
that's what help me to live with courage. My Dad once told me that I
made Mom cry when I was 10 days old. That was when the doctors had
discovered that I had no sight in both my eyes and decided to operate me
right then. I think the long list of faliures in my life started right
from that moment!
But I know I've made her smile too, with my music. She loved
music and died to sing and to listen songs when she was young and even
now. She had told me about some of her girlfriends who could sing very
well and whom she'd make sing only for her. She told me once that my
talent for music was a special blessing she won from God through her
non-stop prayers. Believe me, I started singing when I was 6 months old!
Yes!
My Mother is a miracle. I really can't believe how lucky I
am to have her. She is not perfect. Of course she is not beautiful on
her face. She has so many flaws in her. But for me, she is perfect, she
is the most beautiful woman in the world. I just want to be a woman like
her althrough my life. And in my next life, if there is one, I would
prefer to be her daughter again!
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