I’ve been writing about a lot of stuff ever since I was a kid.  But I never write anything about my Mom. Sure I write about my dreams, goals, sadness, frustrations, the father I never had, broken dreams, and a love that can never happen but haven’t written a single thing about my mom. So now I am writing one. So Every one, Let me tell you something about her.

My mom is by far the strongest person I know. Despite all the hardships and trials, she never gives up. Being widowed at 35 and left with a 3 y/o and 4 y/o daughters. I don’t know where she got the strength from and how she was able to surpassed all that but I’m glad that she did because If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be here writing about it. She gives and gives without expecting anything in return. She works hard to make ends meet. I know this sounds like a cliche but she really did try to be the father and mother to us. Juggling two jobs and still finding time to prepare a home-cooked meal. Most times I think she is making-up for the loss of my father that’s why she’s trying so hard to make us feel loved and wanted and ease the pain of not having a dad. Although sad to say that I still feel that I missed out a lot in life by not knowing what it’s like to have a dad. But just the efforts that she is doing, It really means a lot to me.

 

I know that If she could then she’ll take away all the pains and troubles that I have.

I know that If she could then she’ll reach all my dreams for me.

I remember how she gives up  the things that she needs just to buy us things that we want so that we won’t be envious to other kids.

 

That’s how great of a mom she is.

And that’s an unimaginable love that  only a mother can give. A love that’s so pure, undying, selfless and unconditional. A love that a child could never forget.

 

And most of the time I am so absorbed with my losses that I forget that every time I lose, she  also loses. Like when I lost my dad, she lost a husband as well.

And when I lost my grand dad (Angkong), she lost a helping hand.

And when I lost my Grandma, she lost her mother.

I overlooked the fact that I am not the only person who gets lonely. She also gets lonely too. 

 

But she handles such adversities with calmness and faith. She is truly a woman of beauty and grace. She doesn’t bow down to challenges, she faces them with confidence and courage.  

 

And now that my sister and I are all grown-up and we somehow are able to lighten up her load.  She still continues to work twice as hard for us  and so that she can help out our other relatives in need. 

 

She has such a big heart and such a great soul. And I love her because she never gives up on me and she always pushes me to be the best version of myself.

And If  someday I  turn out just at least half the person that she is, then I’m lucky, because I know I’ll also be a good wife and a great mother! Thank you, Mama! I love you.

 

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